
P.O.T.
P.O.T, P.O.T what obscenity!
Should have worn a diaper if your bladder is so weak. HEY!
P.O.T, P.O.T seen by you and me. Should have gone before the run and not against a tree.
P.O.T, P.O.T what obscenity!
Should have worn a diaper if your bladder is so weak. HEY!
P.O.T, P.O.T seen by you and me. Should have gone before the run and not against a tree.
Mamma I just killed a mouse
Put it in your bed.
I don’t think it’s dead……
Mamma, 9 lives just begun
But now I’ve thrown up somewhere
Mama meeeeeeooo
Didnt mean to break your vase
I just really like knocking shit off the tables!!!!
I’m a cat
I’m a cat
And to me nothing really matters.
Written By Run2Eat
April 2020
My pussy has gone on a night prowl,
My pussy has gone on a spree.
Looking for sexual fulfilment
I hope that it brings some for me
Amazing Beer – a taste profound
A whole keg just for thee
The pack is lost, but home you’ve found
the beer check you can see
Amazing Grace Amazing Beer – a taste profound
A whole keg just for thee
The pack is lost, but home you’ve found
The beer check you can see
All things dumb and ugly
All creatures short and squat
All things rude and nasty
The Lord God made the lot!
And so this is hashmas
And a happy new year
Get drunk in a punch up
And get socked in the ear.
And so this is hashmas
With a wink and a leer
Let’s eat too much turkey
And drink lots of beer.
And so this is hashmas
No need to look glum
You’ll drink too much whisky
And fall on your bum.
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around dressed up this way
Jingle Balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run around looking silly on Christmas Day
Dashing round the block, wearing silly hats
One hand on your bits to give yourself more slack
Bouncing up and down as we run to and fro
We’ll jingle with our funny bits, everywhere we go.
Tis the season to be greedy Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Eat until you feel quite seedy Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lots of beer and food and jollies Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
In the morning you’ll be sorry Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
We wish you a drunken Christmas
We wish you a drunken Christmas
We wish you a drunken Christmas
And a case of cold beer.
Glad tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Glad tidings for Christmas
And a case of cold beer!
I’ve been a short-cutter for many a year
And I’ve spent all my money on hash runs and beer
But now I’m reforming, my name to restore
And I never will be a short-cutter no more.
So it’s no, nae, never
No never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never, no more