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Round the bend

Your ******* brass is ******* bold

Your ******* class is ******* cold

Your ******* ship has ******* sank

Your ******* mouth is full of ******* crap

Your ******* face makes me ******* sick

Your ******* mothers on the ******* brink

You ******* drive her round the ******* bend

You ******* vile so called friend

 

You ******* clown you ******* ****

You ******* act like your ******* this and ******* that

Your a ******* blister on my ******* *****

**** off and don't bother to ******* call

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