I hate charvers, they're all cocks
burberry hats and burberry socks,
earrings made of cheap fake gold,
fag butts that they always hold,
they wear them stupid sports clothes too,
while they're 'bezzin' with their 'crew'
around the town, just hanging out,
they all swear and scream and shout,
they have a language called townie speak,
drink white shite and get fucked all week,
they're hair so full of hairspray it makes me gag,
"'ere you mate, giv' us a fag
fookin' this and fookin' that,
don't you 'dis' me burberry hat
'scuze me mate I fucked ya mam,
gi' us sum pennies to buy some scran
meeeh! you fuckin' bastard boggers
di' you like me adi' joggers?
shut yer mouth or i'll shut it for yer
i don't need no court-room lawyer
going to prison is like fuckin' hardcore
waitin' in the dole line is such a bore
in me jail cell tha time don't pass
('ere jus' don' tell anyone I got fuck'd in the ass)!
me mums a slag an mi sis' a hoe
u take ta piss... but boferd? NO!
thats why i'm retarded and can hardly speak
but i'm tha best an' you're a 'freak' (mmmeeeeeeh!!!)
well minted is the town cross,
we can go down 'market and just doss,
i like me ashlands and ta council estate"
its those bastard charvers that I really hate!
council estates, sea side resorts, town centers, anywhere where u can hear a car alarm...
25 de এপ্রিল de 2004