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The Mitchell Brothers
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Fuck Me? Fuck You!
Yeah man, what fuck you want me to do? You want me to phone your girlfriend, yeah And apologize on your behalf? Does it look like I got 'Cunt' on my forehead?
No one's saying you're a cunt But at the end of the day I'm asking you a favor Nah, man So what? Wouldn't I do the same thing for you Bruv, I would not ask you to phone my girlfriend
Ah you fuckin' prick Sometimes you act like you're dumb or thick Can't you take the hint that I can't let you in You're such a pain in the arse you are I should spark your jaw I hear your [unverified]kicking at my door
On my free phone there's 3 missed calls Shouting through my letter box all pissed off I don't give a shit, so prick, piss off Plus I got a yatty in the gaff with a batty That is ready for some lashing from the back
She's been here since pop world started And I ain't even got to pop her bra yet All you really care about is football Every fucking hour it's Liverpool, Liverpool We'll you've picked the wrong day, prick I don't care if you're pissed off, you make me sick
Fuck Tony Fuck Tony Fuck Tony Fuck Tony
You unreliable cunt This is about the third time I have rung You know I'm supposed to beat your drum Kick off's at 2 and it's half past 1
Look at you in and done, it's the cup final And you know I'm a Liverpool fan, Steve's my idol And we both came up with the plan to tell the guys to That we were all going to jam in your living room In front of the digital
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Even when I got the Guinness and the chicken patties Who the fuck do you think are getting me flippin' abby You're taking the liberty, you're a prick I go round your house to give your door a couple of kicks
I bet your in the room right now With the blinds down but I'll soon find out You're takin' the piss last week was my shout Paid for the box office for that big title bout
Fuck Teddy Fuck Teddy Fuck Teddy Fuck Teddy
For your own sake and future reference mate Do yourself a favor, call 08 702 40 40 40 Then you won't have to be calling me Calling me, calling me, you tight cunt
Get your paper out your pocket And pay for the satellite dish or cable socket And don't come around here chatting shit again When I'm about to get a yatty with a batty in my bed
Next time when you'll need a favor, bruv Think before you call 'cause I'll hang up All 'cause of you the guy that keeps texting me endlessly Now my box is full with so many damn messages
You arse, go get your facts straight You said it was cool to come and watch the game So don't make promises you can't keep Oh yeah and I'm keeping your DVD, you cunt
You know don't worry, I won't ask you a favor again I don't give a fuck what you do mate 'Cause know what I mean 'cause you can't try And get me to phone your girl
And know what I mean It's no fuckin' meals and boobs business around here, mate What you talking about? I don't give a fuck, fuck what you talkin' about
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