manker manker manker
you smell of leeks and pretend to be a banker
you hair is gayer than walking a cat on a lead
you like to wrap bog roll round your head
yer missus weren't happy when you bought her a bin
that old cunt jp comes home stinking of gin
gavin henson is your idle
you'd correct me for that cos it's spelt idol
pedantry and cuntness are two of your tools
i felt sick at the picture of your pants and your jewels
everyone knows you hang around schools
looking at kids with hints of drool
maybe that last bit was a bit h4r5h
maybe it's not, you're still an arse.
<3 me