Bunch O Pies

Two dead eyed junkie bastards. Nothing is worth this money. I'm a man, a player. I am the motherfucker and then twenty. I want money, I want a car, I want all the easy cunt I can fuck. CSA can't touch me. Fact is I am the man. I have all I want except all the territory, the respect and a hairless back. Wouldn't mind a go of the boaby up up shitehole but that's private. See the shitey flowers on dual carriageways, those are my notches. Wee fucking fannies. Watch out Frannie's coming through.

How do I get out of here? Sixteen hours and nae cunt. Can't stand the stink of fanny and cheese. Pair of boggers. Fuck, fuck , fuck. Darlin sweaty bitch I'm so sorry. Gob jobber. One minute I'm psycho, killer kes ke sayz fuck fuck fuck. Then I'm scaredy boy. Need to get out. Pair o' fuckers under the bed. Nae evidence.

'Aye pal just come up'. Fucking concierge wank. He's coming up with the polis to kick the door in. Like I'm going to let them walk in here. I'm clear. Then I'm mental but never at the same time. Whit the fuck dae ah dae with the forensics? Knife? Screwdriver? Gun? Lads! Ma Team! Ma POWERY!

Next fucking thing I'm in the cells. I fuckin never. I didnae. Fuck ye. Last man standin lock in. Other cunts would wash the blood off but I'm the fucking player, da playa, da man. The shitey mug. Some cunt lost the keys, called the cops and grassed. I'm too fucking clever. It's corruption. Or just shite luck.Cheated? Lick my third eye.