"5..4..3..2..1..Zero" - This Marblez character thinks his some kind of comic book hero ? //
Blue Peter holds appeals for his type - the cunt knows I'd piss right in his beer tho.. //
A simply owned limp wristed weirdo - that does bare buttock heavin with Larry Grayson //
In a Vinnie Jones rage” I shut that door” - an leave yer beaten badly on the pavement //
Pounds of flab up in yer blouse slag – dressed like a tart an yer mother allowed that ? //
Howzat - the twats out - the only balls his got get dragged across a spunk covered mouse pad //
Clout teeth with fists an pick splinters out me knuckles when I fuckin disembowel the meak //
Bad luck son – your always gonna be a cunt who likes suckin man meat for her house keep //
Ugly lookin fucker only suffers an shit –the only time yer cookin is in a pair of oven mitts //
“Marblez is up in this bitch ” ? – Indeed- you need to get yer nuts out of yer mothers slit //
Fuckin twit – You gonna wave yer ninja staff lookin like Harry Potter chantin spells ? //
You adopt the stance of girls – Believe me son you wouldn’t stand a chance in hell //
Blokes a madman chuckin dubplates like chakrams slicin chunks off of this cunts face //
Trust mate – Youll be burnt till dust is left an yer fuckin ashes are spread thru the substrate //
Your rhymes more rotten than my liver after a bev sesh - They need flushin down the shitter //
Havin fantasies about the birds who serve you in HMV and the glimpse of jugs they give yer //
The only time you’ve felt tittage – Is when you groped the mannequins in Selfridges //
For fucks sake sonny you just a Welsh kid - and that don’t even count as bein British //
