In the spirit of christmas... here's a song for you all:
Quite often I get a thinking, how as kids we got by. Like christmas time in our house, we couldn't even afford a fire. But we made do in our house, back then when I was young. Dad used to suck a peppermint, and we'd all sit around his tongue.
We couldn't afford no sparkly tinsel on our christmas tree. So we'd just wheel old grandad in, and make the old cunt sneeze. Well things change so bloody fast, I got children now of me own. Now I heard 'em unwrap their presents, last night when I got home.
Hey, Santa Claus you cunt... where's me fucking bike? I've unwrapped all this other junk, and there's nothing that I like. I've wrote you fuckin' a letter, and I've come to see you twice. You one eyed, geriatric fart, you forget me fucking bike!
If I wanted a pair of fucking thongs, I would've bloody asked. This cowboy suit, and ping-pong set... you can stick right up your ass. You went and mucked my order up, it's enough to make you spew. It's not just me that's snakey off, my sister's cheesed off too.
Santa Claus you cunt. Where's me fucking pram? You promised me, you fucking cunt, you know who I am. 'Cause I'm the little girl, you made sit right on your hand. Never mind your ho ho ho... where's me fucking pram?
Next time I go to see him... I'm gonna punch him in the guts, set his fucking reindeer loose... and kick Rudolf in the nuts. Just you wait til next year... 'til we get to that store... and me and me little sister'll come stomping through that door.
Hey mums and dads just check his breath, and watch his bloodshot eyes. Don't listen to him boys and girls, 'cause he tells fucking lies. He's a pisstank, and a pervert. He's not even very bright. 'Cause that fucking wanker, forgot my fucking bike.
Quite often I get a thinking, how as kids we got by. Like christmas time in our house, we couldn't even afford a fire. But we made do in our house, back then when I was young. Dad used to suck a peppermint, and we'd all sit around his tongue.
We couldn't afford no sparkly tinsel on our christmas tree. So we'd just wheel old grandad in, and make the old cunt sneeze. Well things change so bloody fast, I got children now of me own. Now I heard 'em unwrap their presents, last night when I got home.
Hey, Santa Claus you cunt... where's me fucking bike? I've unwrapped all this other junk, and there's nothing that I like. I've wrote you fuckin' a letter, and I've come to see you twice. You one eyed, geriatric fart, you forget me fucking bike!
If I wanted a pair of fucking thongs, I would've bloody asked. This cowboy suit, and ping-pong set... you can stick right up your ass. You went and mucked my order up, it's enough to make you spew. It's not just me that's snakey off, my sister's cheesed off too.
Santa Claus you cunt. Where's me fucking pram? You promised me, you fucking cunt, you know who I am. 'Cause I'm the little girl, you made sit right on your hand. Never mind your ho ho ho... where's me fucking pram?
Next time I go to see him... I'm gonna punch him in the guts, set his fucking reindeer loose... and kick Rudolf in the nuts. Just you wait til next year... 'til we get to that store... and me and me little sister'll come stomping through that door.
Hey mums and dads just check his breath, and watch his bloodshot eyes. Don't listen to him boys and girls, 'cause he tells fucking lies. He's a pisstank, and a pervert. He's not even very bright. 'Cause that fucking wanker, forgot my fucking bike.
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nadine:
ANAL CUNT!!!!!! har har har! yeah dude i played that at the end of my dj night the other week...was like hey heres a little xmas spirit for you all! heh heh heh heh....
kasara:
hahahaha... fuck ya! Anal Cunt wrote that? What's the song called? I must download it.