Do you wanna know where that man is from?

He's on Snapchat, you cunt

And then I saw a big man

I got 4/10 every time I put that in a story

Miss is like "what's that?"

Windowsills, it's finished Mrs. Twat

Rolling hills, black yachts and sexy stills

Blokes can't help me

He's got his tits out, he's doing a selfie

On the med, he's el tel

He's like when smokey sings, abc

Shiny '80s blings, cor blimey!

I can't see it

Bollocks, they have to rely on showbiz nodders

Like fake London genius

Pretty shit, first season was alright but that's about it

You like music that much then start fucking listening to it

Deep down, I bought the sweater

Used it as cocaine pyjamas

What a waste of dough

Pulling it out when I'm on the snow

Fucking waste, didn't feel right as a daytime top

Felt like I was try to be trendy when I'm not

So when I got in and I was off me bollocks, mates are like "Fuck, even his pyjamas are proper."

Yeah, mate

I don't fuck about

I'm making sure I don't get my kids anything to fucking feel embarrassed about

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Stinky pinkie

Who, bellend whiffy

Scratching my head as the people burn for what they wanted

You can see it, can't ya?

Car crash into the void of the Magna Carta

But this time it's Superdry and not fucking armour

How dare I slam the uniform of the working class

Condemn me please, you wanker, to life inside a working glass

Like a spider, suffocated to death for a fucking fiver by scared kids

Like scared kids 'cause that's all you are

Rubbing up to the crown and the flag and the notion of who we are

Fuck off

FB posts read like the guest menu at the Berghoff

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