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*** Make It Up (Explicit) - Sleaford Mods
You cunt make it up
Select deep roads channeled iced gems but code
What do you buy a ticket for you twat
You tried to make a point out of what you sack
I saw ya f**king sh*t singer
Trying to look like he was studying the bands dinner
Wannabes never change its the wannabe show
And you always wannabe the same posy sh*t
And leather jacket motorbikes from the 50's
You live in Carlton you twat
You're not snake f**king plissken
Circus band ran by circus man
Ran by no understanding of what it means to write these tunes
On the highway of f**king artistry
Ya sh*t ya look like rocket from the crypt
Meets an old codger with one leg sat in his prefab
Hating men hating the state that sent the poor cunt to war mate
You're him you're f**king bleak little worm
Tryna suck the juice out of a tuna tins
You cunt make it up
More green chops curdle the gravy
Get ya plate in order
No locker no Davy
A pint and grunt we won't win with a pint and a grunt
You just gotta look at the horse faced cunt
Am I bring unintelligent I don't care
It's a war you bastards slash and despair
Flush 'em out there ground the family
The servants scream in delight
Tyre tyre ya wheels on fire
I'm gunna put a wrestling mask on and stand in front of a mixer
And start hitting it with a ding dong
Resort to gimmick write for the
And live on me own in a knackered cottage in Limerick
Kate bush did it shes great
Music for people with a bit of extra money mate
I'm fighting off comedy mods Les Dawson sods
You cunt make it up
More green chops curdle the gravy
Get ya plate in order
No locker no Davy
You cunt make it up
More green chops curdle the gravy
Get ya plate in order
No locker no Davy
You cunt make it up
You cunt make it up
You cunt make it up
