mate, dese red krawns are bollokz. u cull dese pills? ma cawnflack tast betah uin da crak of my fucking moby ringing off the hooks. Hu gut da par'y? Me, all mash duwn wha'eva, dat meenz uk punkcre, grymwubble, faststep, I ivan pu' a donc onit. an' belief me, I dun nuff pills mayt. things seem to hav gon a blur wich is making my fucking head scratch like a wet cunt on sumers day init

mayt, am i fucking selling it out of a van bruv? answer on a tea leaf son. answer is no no. fackng shaer'on on nuff beenz ini9tr. if i was sitting on your lap with a fucking sock with snooker balls stufffed down them bout to hit your head so hard it turns yorr cunting brain to a rubics cube - mate, im a fucking laser guided sidewinder with a fucking nuclear bombs cellotaped on the top of it flying up your mums cunt. Mashhing down da par'y har'er dutch style brud

am 'ere in teh shera'on rum 718. mashing down 'ard on ma lahst 14 red krawns, and belif me, I dun nuf pills init. Int no packet of fake crisps from asda innit.

WHere teh fackn raver bl;ad inadis citty bradrets. Promo'er fackd me gig an kow im stack in shera'on rum 718 abn belief ne, I dun nuf pills init.

WHERRWE DA HJARDCORE? Hu cun halp me out wif a gig? S[pinnuin dutch gabber init, oy yu kids still cahl it hardcore init?

RAVE PAR'Y, an bleif me, I dun nuf calling promo'ers in montreal i aint no second class stamp cunt bruv.