When the sh*t his the fan – the fan get’s sh*tty…

Halfbreed window-licking pikie scum,
robbing us blind because they have their fun.
Two-faced liars spreading their sh*t,
and living our lives thinking they’re so it.

They try to take our lives because their own lives suck,
and do as they please without giving a f*ck.
Living a lie, thinking the world owes them big,
anti-social f*ckwits who are nothing but pigs.

So go f*ck yourself with that Penis of a face,
stick it up your Ass, and give yourself a shake,
take it like a pro and take it as you know,
take it like the c*nt you are and give us all a go…

You make being scum look easy, you’re the envy of us all,
by achieving so f*cking little, you stand so proud and tall.
Some day, somewhere, you’ll meet your just deserts,
karma wants to share with you the a whole new world of hurt.

Now we bide our time, your undoing has begun,
the seeds you sow are being reaped by someone just for fun.
They say the Reaper cometh, but for you he surely will,
with you on your knees being fed your worldly fill.

Deep down your all the same and as empty as your word,
a useless vile piece of sh*t who’s cries will go unheard.
You think you’ve had your day, but I assure you it’s to come,
a work of art like you lives life but is always meant for some…

When the sh*t hit’s the fan, you’ll know, I know you know.
You’ll know I’ll know I know you know because you hit the fan.

When the sh*t hit’s the fan, I know, you’ll know I know.
I know you’ll know I know because you hit my f*cking fan…

You think your special,
Think your the ‘norm’,
Think your the answer,
and think you’re the cure,
You think you’re the man,
Think you’re the Bee’s,
but know that malice is all we see.

You’re like a stain, but not quite as good,
Like a Cockroach,
Living in my hood,
Parasitic evil,
is all you are,
An empty space,
that’s never far.
An empty face that should hit a car.

When the sh*t hit’s the fan, you’ll know, I know you know.
You’ll know I’ll know I know you know because you hit the fan.

When the sh*t hit’s the fan, I know, you’ll know I know.
I know you’ll know I know because you hit my f*cking fan…

(part – 1)

About Simon Rawicz

Hmmm, It is about me I suppose... Work hard die young seems to be the motto life's going to write on my coffin well before we agree on terms and conditions. I'm a 2D/3D Artist/Designer and Multi-media specialist by trade, I play guitar and write songs when I'm not wanting to vent my anger out on the system. If I occasionally do get time to do anything else I'd like to know about it... Meanwhile to free my mind of the many demons that stalk me, I write stuff, your reading it so I don't need to tell you any more than that surely...!
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