| I wrote another song about me wanker ex
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| He’s a
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| Worthless loathe
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| His name is, timothy matthews
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| He lives on quash bucks road
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| At number 22
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| If you see him on the street you should kick him in the yarbles,
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| push him down the stairs then drag him back up by his nostrils
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| Did i mention that he has herpes?
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| And warts
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| Ill never stop talking shite about tim matthews
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| I wish nothing but ass worms tim matthews
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| If you cross me, your’e dead
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| Ill hide under your bed
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| Next time you check the mail you’ll find your new girlfriend’s head
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| Stop right there adele
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| Don’t sing another bloody word
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| You’ve lost your bloody nut haven’t you?
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| Two can play this game!
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| Adele’s got bipolar, disorder
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| She’s an, angry drunk
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| And a, kitten hoarder
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| She left out a verse where she cheated on me
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| With one of her rhodies
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| I always bought you flowers and said bless you when you sneezed
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| You yelled at me in public, burped and farted as you please
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| You offered me some love, then you gave me a durchavin
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| Then you kicked my ass on christ-mas |