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a daft cunt like me - the sandy hook moms lyrics

hey mate.. mate..
eh, can you help a b*gg*r out, yeh?
i’m down here, mate.. yeh
ah, i got curb stomped
by a pack of muzzies
yeah, they did a real number on me
look at this
they tried to cut off me willie
with a boxcutter, that’s right
it’s just hangin’ there by the vein, ah jeez
help a bloke out, yeah?
come on.. help me out mate
you see, these paki’s jumped me
and they tried to cut me d*ck off, alright?
they tried to behead me too
but me scabies freaked them out!
hahaha! yeah, they were trying to take
both heads off the ol’ coin t*ss*r ‘ere, eh chum?
ah, did you notice me rickets?
it’s good for the cricket, haha! get it?
oh, yer slow are ya? a daft c*nt like me
that’s good.. that’s good..
i’ll spot ya a pint later, down at the pub
but yeh.. b*tches love rickets
i got lots ‘o twisted head back in the day
you shoulda been there mate
but yeh.. those muzzies meant business, mate
they was p*ssed, yeh thats right
p*ssed cuz i showed ’em a sketch i made
of muhammad’s head on the body of a dog
and he was takin’ a sh*t on the quran
and sniffin’ at it, yeh?
haha! that’s right.. it was top notch
but those dirty b*st*rds got no humor in ’em
yeh, none at all..
f*ck.. i think me willie came off completely now
eh.. be a good lad
and put it in a baggy for me, will ya mate?
yeh, just put it in that empty bag of crisps
and i’ll get the doc to stitch it back on at the clinic
ah f*ck.. at least me b*lls are hangin’ in there
that’s the bright side, right?
yeh, i can still get me some action with only me b*lls
i don’t really give a sh*t, mate.. that’s how it is, yeh?
enough to get me some action right now if i wanted
you think i can’t pound gash at the drop a of hat, mate?
you takin’ the p*ss with me, yeh? f*ck off!
you panty sniffin’ c*nt hole!
eh mate.. look.. can you put me d*mn d*ck
in the chip bag like i told ya?
yeh, just do it..
i don’t wanna see some mangy cat runnin’ off with it
yeh, maybe i’ll keep it then..
keep it as a souvenir and wear it ’round me neck
that’d look good at the pub, eh?
those t*ss*rs would be gobsmacked over it
they’d jizz in their trousers all night
oh sh*t.. the ants are eatin’ me d*ck
i can’t even have that..
eh mate, pass me one of those boots, will ya?
right, good on ya.. flatten those little b*st*rds, eh?
haha! smash my c*ck and die, you little c*nts
that’s the last c*ck you’ll ever try to eat
you little f*ckin’ assh0l*s.. f*ck you.. oh yeh..
f*cking muzzie trash..
so this is what it comes down to
this is what it comes down to..
ah, it figures.. yeh, it figures..

- the sandy hook moms lyrics

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