You wanker
You tosser
I am king kong
You’ve messed me about and I am Godzilla
I think you are a sly fucker
And I am mothra the great moth
I’m Japanese and I am an airport
A yellow airport for slags
Like you
When God fell down the grid
They sat on him and made insects
Crawl up his nose
But he was not our god
Or your god
He was David Icke’s god
Icke-like
( note for American readers- David Icke is
a former goalkeeper who now believes the world is run by six foot tall lizards. It’s true, that is what he believes. A bit like David Koresh. Who’s he? An American nut)
I like nuts
Wankers magic
Hong kong
Godzilla
Fuckers
Lizards
I am the god of lizards
Godzilla
Creepy old fearmonger the monkey minger
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