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Bunch of cunts

Bunch of

Bunch of fucking absolute cunts

Bang banging on the sharpened front

Nonplus

The flicker, the fruit machine, the guaranteed bus

And two-for-one

We aren’t the sitcom

Ricky, you played it out to the finest crumb on the armchair, scary!

Fresh leaves, morning petrol and sweetie

House, Hansel and Gretel

Itch to an hair of what the fuck

Lost souls in the Victoria Centre look lost bruv

Dr Dre, them headphones are shit

And they’re fucking everywhere mate

Boom box

Urban toss

The ghost of the beaming light

Through the fucking beatbox

Bunch of cunts

Bunch of cunts

Bunch of cunts

Bunch of cunts

Hide behind the speaker

Bob to the next tune BOOM!

In the jungle the mighty jungle

The lion’s off his nut

Gold rings, bracelets, years on the road

The SSP went

So I better get the benefit form on the go

I got four, take one quick

I know there’s more

We get split

On the endless bar lights, sea side resort

A lump in ya mouth

And bang go the rides the fair ground rides

The screaming crowd

I sound like I got a sand paper mouth

Touch me thick I’m an Angel Delight

Angel Delight, Farley’s Rusks

I want the Spangles right

Bunch of cunts

Bunch of cunts just like that

Bunch of cunts just like that

Bunch of cunts just like that

Just like that

Just like that

Just like that

Just like that

Just like that

Just like that

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