October 2009
A man with no friends, only live for revenge Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand men Blade swing with the force of a cyclone Cut crystal and bone, pistol and chrome Stand in my path,
I’ve got, no pecks to flex All day long i dream about sex But I’m impotent and now I’ve seen mi arse I can’t remember when i got it up last I stink, i need a drink Role another spliff to help