Sleaford Mods - Bunch Of Cunts Lyrics
Bunch of cuntsBunch ofBunch of absolute cunts bang-bangingThe flicker, the fruit machineA tooth for oneYou can pay the finest checkScare itFresh leaves, morning petrolAnd sweet days as Hansel and GretelEach to walk in the ...Lost souls in the big notoriousAnd they're *****in' everywhere mateBoo box, urban tossThe ghost of the beaming light through the fogBeat boxBunch of cuntsBunch of cuntsBunch of cuntsBunch of cuntsI'll be beyond the speakerIn the jungleThe mighty jungleSo I better the benefit from himI got 4 tapesOne quickLoad this and moreWe get splitSea side resortThe screaming crowdI sound like I got some paper mindTorture me thickCome an angel delightAngel delightBunch of cuntsBunch of cuntsBunch of cuntsBunch of cuntsWon't you slow down?Won't you slow down?Won't you slow down?Won't you slow down?Just like that