Sleaford Mods - Bunch Of Cunts lyrics

Bunch of c*nts Bunch of Bunch of absolute c*nts bang-banging The flicker, the fruit machine A tooth for one You can pay the finest check Scare it Fresh leaves, morning petrol And sweet days as Hansel and Gretel Each to walk in the ... Lost souls in the big notorious And they're f**in' everywhere mate Boo box, urban toss The ghost of the beaming light through the fog Beat box Bunch of c*nts Bunch of c*nts Bunch of c*nts Bunch of c*nts I'll be beyond the speaker In the jungle The mighty jungle So I better the benefit from him I got 4 tapes One quick Load this and more We get split Sea side resort The screaming crowd I sound like I got some paper mind Torture me thick Come an angel delight Angel delight Bunch of c*nts Bunch of c*nts Bunch of c*nts Bunch of c*nts Won't you slow down? Won't you slow down? Won't you slow down? Won't you slow down? Just like that