Your Nan’s Brown Bread

"Your Nan's Brown Bread"

When I heard your nan died, I did a dance on the spot/
Like who you gonna scam, now your nan's in a box
Throwing toys out the pram, as your plan is a flop/
So no more grams for your man, or any scran for the dog's
You have lost what you had, don't be mad, you'll get mocked/
Plus we know why you're sad, cause your cash flow has stopped
If it wasn't for the jab, she'd probably still be alive/
But she's not, she is dead, like any life in your eyes
You might have to get a job, to provide for him & Chucky/
Whether cleaning out the bogs, or the fries in Kentucky
I am surprised how unlucky, could you possibly be/
With it dead before Christmas, there's no gifts under tree
You might have to sell Crack, or just like me grow weed/
But being such a thick twat, you will never succeed
Like if my heart was to bleed, for such an irrelevant c*nt/
I'd be a vulture like you, minus the culture & the funds.

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