i writ a verse about my mate, basically he's a druggie, thief, dirty, smell, violent, unemplyed, poor waster with a shit ugly GD n fuck ugly mum... i aint like it even though hes my mate but still, hes fuckin foul... nothin in this verse is exagerated (within boundaries)
In David’s house he just woke up it’s four in the afternoon
Just smells like weed right now but B.O and cum comes after soon
See a rat but ain’t surprised because his house is shit
Then see it’s on Emma’s head, it ain’t a rat, it’s a fucking knit
I spot her trousers have an odd design, red patch in the middle
Shit wait, that ain’t a design, it’s some fucking period dribble
I’m feeling sick and sure I just caught a case of Aid’s
Sian’s, Emma’s and Nicola’s juices, mixed in with a drop of Jades
I go outside for some fresh air and prepare myself to stroll back in
Step on some mould on floor, no wait that’s mould on the twins
Then Chelsea walks in wobbling ‘cause of her pregnant figure
I’m hoping smoke and un-brushed teeth smell’s enough to kill a nigga
Don’t know how they all cope living with these smells and sights
Or maybe they’re all brain damaged, ‘cause at birth they all fell from heights
The electricity runs out, lights go out and everything stops
But it’s ok, David can top up the card from the local corner shop
Then pop down the city to buy some clothes at the market
Can’t drive so he bikes, but hey at least it’s free to park it
Cheap food from Iceland lets Emma pile food on her plate
Sucks it down all down then wiggles round like an earthquake
Then David rolls a fag and goes upstairs to play his xbox
But can’t use the controller ‘cause he’s busy scratching his sex spots
I have to leave that house is to much to handle
For Christmas I’ll post them some disinfectant spray, and some scented candles
i ACTUALLY saw period blood on his mums trousers... she was jus laying there infront of bout 8 of us like it was nuffin!