Right listen love, put it in me fucking bank account
I've done the job, don't make me take it fucking down
Right listen love, you're a fucking soppy tart who makes terrible tea and your husbands a fucking cunt
(Where's Dan?)
(Dan, Dan they've been chatting shit about your craft, come down here and lay these cunts out for us will ya, show these fuckers to respect the fucking tradesmen-ship)
I've had enough of this foolin' around
Your conservatory's coming down
Twelve hour shifts for a full five days
I'm amazed, man about to get a slap to the face
Man's time served, are you having a laugh?
Forklifts going through the front of your gaff
Blap blap, nail gun to the kneecaps
Big D's gonna wheelspin all over your grass, cunt
You're a cheeky bastard
Kitchen's never gonna get re-plastered
Fumin', this man's gonna get blasted
Fucked up, gonna end up in a casket
It's hard enough, low wage and inflation
The fact that I'm only out on probation
Fuck it, I'ma choke you with this insulation
Locked up in Mason's old Basement
Stella gang until I fucking die
01483, coming for your fucking teeth
Hoof
Come around here, slice your jugular with a corona bottle
No Carling darlings are allowed here
Eh, fuck you cunt
Hard hats are for soft twats, you don't belong on the site
I'm gonna take a good poo in your portaloo and then I won't flush the fucking loo
What you gonna do when I lay a turd on your fucking site?
