I Got Views

Bollock away, mate

I've had more warnings than I've had Wispa Golds and I've had about 9 of them this morning

I’m fucking crap

Tuck in

You fucking, wino, crème anglaise

No worries, it is worries

Capital gains twat

Launching shit about when drivers cut you up

What are you, four?

I was arsed, I’m not arsed now

I bothered, wish I fucking hadn't

You said, nothing's free, I said

Tell that to my fucking pockets, mate, they're stuffed

With your stuff, I'm laughing

Twat

I’m fucking well hot

I ain’t talking centigrade

I got a fucking massive head, I got GCSEs

I ain’t saying you haven’t got your own struggles

All I'm saying is, I don't fucking care about 'em

Fucking strip search me, you wally, I ain't got one fuck left

You're nothing more than your dads spaff gone rotten

And he was a fucking prick and all, I met him

I got views and I choose to share 'em, I don't really care if you listen to 'em

I got views and I choose to share 'em, I don't really care if you listen to 'em

I got views and I choose to share 'em, I don't really care if you listen to 'em

Piss