THINGS I HATE
Like an ink filled Volcano I am ready to explode, over all the things I hate;
The little moments that annoy me, the things I won’t miss when I walk through heaven’s gate.
I hate people that use me, you must be a stupid fucking degenerate;
Who the fuck do you think you are, I’m not a joint, that you can just puff puff give around and share it.
I remember who helped me, who didn’t, and pretty much who is and isn’t a twat;
Some of you claim to be an idol, with fans kissing your ass, I think in reality, you just lick your own ass like my cat.
Some of you helpless fuckers walk around like 50, claiming you are so close to being the next number one;
Jesus Christ you faggots, you still live at home with your Mum.
I hate twats that drive past, music blasting, top down, sun glasses on, whether it’s raining or not;
I think you are just over compensating yourself, because the pathetic size of your cock.
I hate friends that are fake, just like George Michael, stab you in the back as soon as you are turned;
I hate old fashioned sayings that are so obvious, like “you play with fire, you will get burned”.
Hate to love the fact Osama Bin Laden is dead, the twat responsible for killing all them souls during 9/11;
They say he sank down to hell through the sea, whilst all his victims rose up into heaven.
I hate old people who are rude, than have the cheat to witter on about the youth of today, if only they knew;
The other day I waiting in Tesco to be served, and some old bitch pushed past me, standing oblivious at the front of the queue.
I hate men who beat there wife’s and girlfriends, then in front of a man they are all like “o dear, I’m so sorry mate”;
Grow some fucking balls you cunt, I think you get the picture now, of some of the things I hate.