148. The Freewheelin' Jew and Friends

yeah, dig it me homo
handling on the gruff of a buffalo!
Cocks on the wall and it's such a bore;
I'm staring ast a girating whore;
that knows no better than to step into me
coz if she blows my load,
her kid'll be brown like ET.
Word Life...



You never call me anymore,
You never text,
you're sleeping with other people.
What kind of relationship is this?!?!



A relationship that sleeps on my side,
B I T CH !
If I had some credit,
I'd call you a thief...
but you don't know what that mean,
fucking bitches, they have no means;
of delivering words higher than love -
as if a word defined from above...
and beyond expectations;
they delve into your deepest darkest revelations;
sitting obtuse to that of mobile ...
communication;
waiting for those lines of elevation;
I want you is all that you want me,
or some other fuckwit to say;
I HATE you Bitch,
Why the hell won't you sway that way
Yeah.



I've got a baby on the way,
2 other brats to look after and this is all I get...
you calling me a bitch.
I cook yer tea,
I do yer washin' and
I shine yer shoes.
what more do you want?



What more do I want?
I want cock in a frock!
Cock in a frock makes me sweat and scream...
More so than a shitty assed Hollo w'een!
So what the fuck if you cook and clean
And shine my shoes?
I got cigarettes, booze, and anal lube!

I'd rape yer best friend if she
looked like some fucked up burger king
But alas,
It's not to be...

Swinging from that goddam ugly tree
On a medication of Strychnine
I hate the works of Mr Clean
The Paperback writer of fucking Grimsby...

RAPE MEEEEEE
RAPE YOUUUU

Drunken mishaps shall happen in this time and place
I have ywet to find however
A race
That concurs
With such philosophy
As to that which I
Deserve a fucking mind blowing lobotomy;

Rape meeeeeeeee
Purge meeeeeeeee

Unprotected; Resurrected
Infinite; Invalid: Proximity.

Come cook my food; Iron my clothes
I'll eat and wear it all, and fuck your whoe's

Wipe my ass, why don'y you?
You got nothing bettetr to do;
If your moaning so much;
You gots time to tread yer shoes



Go meet Dizzee Jew 4 U!



You fucked your bro's hoe,
And now you're feelin' low,
She's 10 weeks gone,
And you're caught in a con,
She wants 50 quid a week
Or BANG, you're gone.



I fucked her good,
Robin' her fuckin' hood.
More than that sly fool
Had done, without breaking her box.
I kept on me sox, and it rocked.
What the fuck is a con, man?
In 5 weeks more
The con shall be hers,
Whilst her kid is riding in a mother fucking
pimped out herse.
POP POP, the kid shall be no more.
The childs mother is less than a fucking
Glorios bitched out fucking
Trampy sketting whore.

Who else here;
Wanna take a walk on the wild side?

Long arm of the law;
We all gotta slide
Down that steep hallowed
Proverbial track.
Lest you forget brother;
I gots yer back.