Fuck off, you better fuck off you little mug

Yeah

That's fucking right

Oosh

Pintglass 2019

On that fucking geezer core, out

I'll take your door clean off its fucking hinges

We come in twos, leave you in a fucking portaloo

Go out back, put a fucking nail gun to your head, bitch

Where's my fucking cup of Rosie?

Where's the chippy?

Don't get fucking lippy

He's got a drinking problem, I want that fucking roof done

Don't talk shit, you little shit, I'll put you six feet in a fucking ditch

(He's fucking late again the little prick)

You fucking what mate?

Fuck you bitch

Get lippy again, I'll put you through

That new fucking window

I am coming in for your fucking on about it again

Shut it you fucking mug

I asked to use your fucking loo, (Your fucking loo) You looked at me like

Some cunt, so I stomped you through

Pintglass 2019 motherfuckers

Two sugars not one

Wе come in twos, you fucking tosser

Poof

High vis hate matе

Oi mate wanna go down the café?

Yeah the good ol' local

Ah yeah mate that's the fucking shit