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Apr 2013
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 ******* *****
******* and don't bother to ******* call
Written by
Jack Sneers
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