Swinging Chavs

The only good chav is one swinging from a rope Strung about his long skinny neck Chocking the bastard to death slowly Thus ending his petty little life once and for all Doing us all a favour and stamping out crime Ending the problem and consigning the chav to history Those bastards do no good and are very selfish Wearing their fake gold, tracksuits and Burberry Walking with a swagger like they own the town Blighting England with all types of crime From shop lifting to murder they do it all Smoking weed, popping a pill and drinking vodka Then stealing a car and enjoying the police chase It’s a shame cop choppers don’t have a cannon and missiles Open season on the chav who are society’s menace Only taking and never giving from all they meet Pass the law and make the chav illegal Then root them out and eradicate them all Each one a bastard not fit to exist where law and order is king.