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.
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