Friday, 6 September 2013

Moving Fucking House


Moving Fucking House


I saw your evil look and lazy walking swagger stagger as I went past. I kept you in my awareness. Not giving you an inch to attack or mug me. My left fist was ready to block and strike you down karate self defence style.

I was on my way to the dojo.

Imagine if you and me had gone ballistic? Head to head mother fucker. I'd of hurt you and taught you such a fucking lesson, you chav bastard uneducated tracksuit wearing twat. I hate what you stand for:

crime, rape, murder, drugs, car theft, muggings, stupidity, failure, a class within a class and a thousand more bad things.

I'll watch out for you, act all innocent and go about my business. If you make a move, you'll regret it. I reserve the right to my own self defence against fucking bastards like you.

You are one reason of crapness, why my home town is fucking shit. You're a one percent of it, dickhead.

 


 

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