[Verse 1]
She's on the rinse
Standing in the party by the sink
Grinding for the slight chance to party from your drink
The cleave popping out the top of what can only be described as a tit cloth she hasn't washed properly
Sloppily, she hovers on the trot across the property
Tryin' cop a piece of what you got and want to know for free
She got raped in '98 the whole party knows
But still seems to dance about and flirt with loads of army blokes
She's hardly broke
She's packing pennies in the piggy, and still stood begging for a ciggie, it's silly
I wanna kick her straight in the puss
Strip the bitch naked and take her to the woods
But my boy's been chasing it and waiting for the look
And it's a sure shit shame when your mates are getting took
It's like look
These are our friends, our drinks, our house, our weed, our baccy, our cook
It's not stopping her
Fiend for the popular spots, she keeps stealing every bottle you pop
You wanna smack her if she does it again
But you won't because a bloke you've known way back is fucking her friend
So let the troubles commence - give a fuck if she's hench
Get your Mrs. round the gaff to stick a plug in her wench
Rip the knickers off the slag and leave her stuck on a bench
With hundreds of men, erupting as she's sucking a length
Yo
[Hook]
Why'd you always have to be in the kutch
Tryna orchestrate shit like you're queen of the cocks (like the queen)
And who exactly in this room is your friend
You got told last week and now you do it again
And really, another fucking rizla from me
When the shops up the road and the lift comes free
And I don't ask to make it clear
You're a shit cunt fuck pig waste of beer

[Verse 2]
Now she's dropping hints about the drugs you got
Acting like she hasn't got a clue about her money, stop
Devious bitch you saw me weighing it and said you didn't have a fucking penny left to pay for shit
But now you're telling everyone on the sly
That I'll be dishing out the product like a popular guy
You hover for time
Slopping off my bottle of wine
You fucking stomp round the party like you're Optimus Prime
These bollocks are mine!
When you fall asleep you're getting teabagged
Each slag report to Sammy B for the meat slam
And when things don't go your way, you're fucking chuxxed up about like you own the place
Ya acting like you haven't got some bones to break
So for face you better go and phone some mates
Mate it's over, you're making everybody stay sober
And taking what you want when you ain't paid, doner
Swigtastic kick the bitch back with a big spin twizzle to misty flip sack
I'm bringing facts out the back of any slapper chatting fraff
With a big fat black, rampant, rabbit, attack!
You're in my habitat, blagging what you pack in your bag
Get your own fucking baccy out you actual slag
You're mad casual, erratic as a matter of fact
Get the fuck out the gaff, grab your ankles and clap
[Hook]

[Outro] (x2)
You're a shit cunt fuck pig waste of beer (x2)
You're a shit cunt fuck (x2)
You're a shit cunt fuck pig waste of beer