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You sir, are something else, look good minted
windows tinted, smoked jacket, worth a packet
your kids, your wife, your motorcar
= two brats - a girl, a boy
one fat, meat, the other bare bone
a tart, a tin-can kart.
A bicycle - me, three point three mph
A bit of rump, or rare, two counts GBH
scraping the barrel, the cows, the pigs
for the extra shavings, gratings
slaving, blood stained apron
you - wavering fifties around, demand.
A fine joint, decent custum,
I'm running low of the good stuff, the fat stuff.
A thought.
I'll wait outside the school, sir,
tools - a clever, a chisel, ham, cheese an' pickle.
Nothing greets your child better than
a blade to the head, sir, put her to bed.
she's in the shed - my allotment, make shift coolroom,
weekend ballroom for the distasteful, I'll
eat the eyes now, or that'd be wasteful.
Bag you up, for a month or two.
£20 for a leg and the arms, sir, i'll keep the rest,
butcher's best.
Bag it up. One sir, two sir, three bags full sir?
I'll help you carry it to your car, sir.
Your very stong sir, hamsome to boot
lean, mean and rare, too much to care
It's raining now (no it's not)
care to come inside, sir?
windows tinted, smoked jacket, worth a packet
your kids, your wife, your motorcar
= two brats - a girl, a boy
one fat, meat, the other bare bone
a tart, a tin-can kart.
A bicycle - me, three point three mph
A bit of rump, or rare, two counts GBH
scraping the barrel, the cows, the pigs
for the extra shavings, gratings
slaving, blood stained apron
you - wavering fifties around, demand.
A fine joint, decent custum,
I'm running low of the good stuff, the fat stuff.
A thought.
I'll wait outside the school, sir,
tools - a clever, a chisel, ham, cheese an' pickle.
Nothing greets your child better than
a blade to the head, sir, put her to bed.
she's in the shed - my allotment, make shift coolroom,
weekend ballroom for the distasteful, I'll
eat the eyes now, or that'd be wasteful.
Bag you up, for a month or two.
£20 for a leg and the arms, sir, i'll keep the rest,
butcher's best.
Bag it up. One sir, two sir, three bags full sir?
I'll help you carry it to your car, sir.
Your very stong sir, hamsome to boot
lean, mean and rare, too much to care
It's raining now (no it's not)
care to come inside, sir?
Merci, my yellows.
{Shivers}
Great.
Great.
A prime cut, Sir Loin.
Yah, I liked that
Thou shalt read.
HAh, another great peom from the Hat.
Care to come inside?
Brilliance in the purest of forms.
You sir, are something else, look good minted
windows tinted, smoked jacket, worth a packet
your kids, your wife, your motorcar
= two brats - a girl, a boy
one fat, meat, the other bare bone
a tart, a tin-can kart.
A bicycle - me, three point three mph
A bit of rump, or rare, two counts GBH
scraping the barrel, the cows, the pigs
for the extra shavings, gratings
slaving, blood stained apron
you - wavering fifties around, demand.
A fine joint, decent custum,
I'm running low of the good stuff, the fat stuff.
A thought.
I'll wait outside the school, sir,
tools - a clever, a chisel, ham, cheese an' pickle.
Nothing greets your child better than
a blade to the head, sir, put her to bed.
she's in the shed - my allotment, make shift coolroom,
weekend ballroom for the distasteful, I'll
eat the eyes now, or that'd be wasteful.
Bag you up, for a month or two.
£20 for a leg and the arms, sir, i'll keep the rest,
butcher's best.
Bag it up. One sir, two sir, three bags full sir?
I'll help you carry it to your car, sir.
Your very stong sir, hamsome to boot
lean, mean and rare, too much to care
It's raining now (no it's not)
care to come inside, sir?
windows tinted, smoked jacket, worth a packet
your kids, your wife, your motorcar
= two brats - a girl, a boy
one fat, meat, the other bare bone
a tart, a tin-can kart.
A bicycle - me, three point three mph
A bit of rump, or rare, two counts GBH
scraping the barrel, the cows, the pigs
for the extra shavings, gratings
slaving, blood stained apron
you - wavering fifties around, demand.
A fine joint, decent custum,
I'm running low of the good stuff, the fat stuff.
A thought.
I'll wait outside the school, sir,
tools - a clever, a chisel, ham, cheese an' pickle.
Nothing greets your child better than
a blade to the head, sir, put her to bed.
she's in the shed - my allotment, make shift coolroom,
weekend ballroom for the distasteful, I'll
eat the eyes now, or that'd be wasteful.
Bag you up, for a month or two.
£20 for a leg and the arms, sir, i'll keep the rest,
butcher's best.
Bag it up. One sir, two sir, three bags full sir?
I'll help you carry it to your car, sir.
Your very stong sir, hamsome to boot
lean, mean and rare, too much to care
It's raining now (no it's not)
care to come inside, sir?