No One Likes You

I wrote another song about me wanker ex
He’s a
Worthless loathe
His name is, timothy matthews
He lives on quash bucks road
At number 22
If you see him on the street you should kick him in the yarbles,
push him down the stairs then drag him back up by his nostrils
Did i mention that he has herpes?
And warts
Ill never stop talking shite about tim matthews
I wish nothing but ass worms tim matthews
If you cross me, your’e dead
Ill hide under your bed
Next time you check the mail you’ll find your new girlfriend’s head
Stop right there adele
Don’t sing another bloody word
You’ve lost your bloody nut haven’t you?
Two can play this game!
Adele’s got bipolar, disorder
She’s an, angry drunk
And a, kitten hoarder
She left out a verse where she cheated on me
With one of her rhodies
I always bought you flowers and said bless you when you sneezed
You yelled at me in public, burped and farted as you please
You offered me some love, then you gave me a durchavin
Then you kicked my ass on christ-mas