grimey an wot

you know what it is garnage citizen x is not dat sort try know it ain't peace an you won't survive in a war citizens better consult their deity fuk a treaty I ain't signing at all tell a mp do not chat nuff when your constituency is not rough when was the last time you lost babies who have been stabbed or who have been shot your plastic police men ain't that tough treat me lowly and check my stuff now you wanna frisk me and apply cuffs says dat I've been naughty and I'm now nicked thought you were been sexy but you were not dash me in one room where the door was locked thinking You've got rites well you've not now I'm like free speech got man sucked you better free me an untie me you slut or I will get greasy and grime and what come if your able, call my bluff chairs and table's dey will get buss that's my statement believe me and trust I've been awfully patient test my metal or leave me to rust good cop bad cop I am not fussed you lot got me all fucked up