Who’s That Cunt

CHORUS X2
WHO’S THAT CUNT X5
WHAT’S HIS NAME HE’S CALLED SCRATCHY

WHO’S THAT CUNT WITH HIS HANDS DOWN THE FRONT OF HIS PANTS
WHO’S NEVER WASHING HIS HANDS
WHO’S MASTURBATING IN PRAMS
AND SHAGGING MAMS AND YOUR GRANS
AND CHARGING 500 GRAND
BECAUSE THEY CANNOT KEEP MY PRICE DOWN?
I’M A CLOWN MY VOCABULARY
IS IMAGINARY
ISN’T THAT GENERIC
BUT I’M SMOKING LIKE A RASTAFARIAN
MY FACE IS HAIRY
AND I’M LOOKING LIKE AN ALIEN
WHO’S TAKEN TOO MUCH VALIUM
WHO’S PALLY WITH URANIUM

MY CRANIUM IS MADE OF ALUMINIUM
I MEAN TITANIUM ‘CAUSE ALUMINIUM IS SOFT AND I’M A HARD CUNT

SHOUT IT UP WHEN I’M THE CHORUS
WHO IS THAT CUNT?
THEN TAKE OFFENCE TO THINGS I SAY BUT KNOW THAT I DON’T

GLOWING AND I’M ONLY GOING WITH THE FLOW
I’M FLOWING WITH THE POEM
I’M A PRO I’M NEVER SLOWING
I’M AS COLD AS WHEN IT’S SNOWING
BETTER KNOW I’LL GET IT GOING
GONNA STICK YOU LIKE I’M SEWING
WHEN YOU COME INTO MY HOME SUCH AS

THERE’S A BLOKE ACROSS THE ROAD WHO DOESN’T LIKE THE FUCKING CUT OF MY JIB
HE’S COMING OVER ON A NIGHT AND THEN HE’S GIVING IS LIP
I’M GONNA CUT HIM WITH A KNIFE AND THEN I’LL STAMP ON HIS KID
YOU’RE TRYING TO HAMPER MY SKILLS YOU FUCKING DICK

I DIVVEN’T GIVE A FUCK THAT YOU WERE SPUNKING IN A TRAMP ONCE
YOU USE YOUR KID AS AN EXCUSE MAN YOU FAT PONCE
KNOW I’M RUTHLESS EXCUSES ARE USELESS
MY EYES WILL SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH THIS

I’M A VISIONARY SEEING VISIONS AND THEY SCARE ME
I’M ENVISIONING ME HURRYING
I’M IN YOUR KITCHEN THEN I’M BURYING YOUR BITCH
AND THEN I’M BURYING YOUR KIDS
AND THEN IT’S BLURRY FOR A BIT
AND THEN I WAKE UP AND I SEE IT’S ALL HAPPENED

AND NOW IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN
I SEE THE PATTERNS IN MY HEAD
I’M GONNA STAB YOU WITH MY PEN
UNTIL THE MEDIC SAYS YOU’RE DEAD
AND THEN I’M GONNA GO TO BED
I BETTER GET A REST
I PASSED ANOTHER TEST
SO THEN I DREAM OF THINGS I NEVER SAID

CHORUS X2

WHO’S THAT CUNT PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY
GETTING BLAZED ALL WAYS THAT YOU CAN
BETTER NOT SAY
‘CAUSE I’LL HEADBUTT YOUR MAM IF SHE DON’T PRAY
FOR HER LIFE AND YOU KNOW I’M LIVING THAT WAY
‘ERE YOUNGAN LEND IS THREE TABS HEW
BETTER MAKE THAT TWO
‘CAUSE I’LL BE BACK SOON
GOTTA MAKE THAT TUNE
AND I’VE RAN OUT OF MY PACKETS
COS I’M MAKING HELLA RACKET
LIKE A TENNIS BAT
I’LL WRAP IT ‘ROUND YOUR HEAD AND THAT
I’LL MAKE YOUR FATHER DEAD AND THAT
I’LL MAKE YOU WALK THROUGH HELL AND BACK
I’LL TAKE YOU TO THE PLACE WHERE WE GET BELL END RASH
THEN I’LL TELL YOUR LASS I’LL LITERALLY GRASS
I’LL HELP HER EAT SOME PIZZAS
AND GET SOME BITS IN MY ‘TACHE
I’LL TELL HER “BITCH, I GOT A DICK THAT PROBLY FITS IN YOUR ASS”
AND THEN I’LL SHAG HER IN IT
PULL IT OUT AND SPUNK ON HER BACK
BUT I WON’T STOP AT THAT
I’M GONNA HER STAT
SO WHEN YOU OPEN HER FLAT
YOU FIND HER SOAKED IN THE BATHROOM IN BLOOD
YOU HOPE I’M JOKING AND I WOULDN’T DO THAT BUT I WOULD
IN FACT I DID IT YESTERDAY IT WAS GOOD
I OPENED UP HER CHEST AND THEN I STUCK IN MY WOOD
I’M LIKE A VAMPIRE SLAYER AND MY PENIS IS STOOD
YOUR MISSUSES IS MISSING LIKE A GALLON OF BLOOD
A COUPLE TITS AND SOME BITS OF HER FANNY AND BUTT
LOOK THIS IS WHAT I’M LIKE WITHOUT MY VALIUM BUD
I’M NOT A CUNT I’M JUST MISUNDERSTOOD
BITCH

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