Welcome to the hunting grounds. Go.

Headshot – right on the spot Watching you bleed, watching you rot. You little fucken bastard, I’ve come for you. Your mates are next and your missus too. That dirty, little, fucken slag. cover her up in a body bag she thinks she’s fine; she thinks she’s dapper. To be honest she’s a bloody slapper. Load up on the shotty, My sights on you. Quick stop to the local. One pint wait no, make it two. Blow ‘is head off With a headshot. Blow ‘is head off Blow ‘is head off with a… fucken headshot. There’s no escaping this. Bobbies surrounding me. Sirens scream blue and red. Those Palace fans are dead. There’s more to terminate. Wombles come rescue me. Scrapping in Whitehorse Lane. Snorting cocaine, drinking champagne. Look up on the telly, My sights on you. You fucken shitty eagle bastard My mate Haydon’s coming for you. Blow ‘is head off With a headshot. Blow ‘is head off Blow ‘is head off with a fucken headshot. Fuck.

The New Lawn reeks of shit. My beak is having none of it. Raising up the council tax. You Greenies are all fucking twats. I’ll body you like the rich. Clobbering you about the pitch. What’s up with this - floodlights are dim. C’mon lads what shall we do with ‘em? I’ll make biofuel with the lot of you. Toss ‘em in the woodchipper Toss ‘em in the woodchipper Drag their bodies from the floor Pile ‘em up and get some more. You’d think they’re thin from munching grass But they’re your typical lard arse The tuck shop isn’t empty This pantry’s ever plenty Oi you fuckers no one’s eating all this soy “Looks like meat’s back on the menu boys” I’ll bake sausage rolls with your fucking balls. Toss ‘em in the woodchipper Toss ‘em in the woodchipper “Come on lads we showed these grass munching fuckers a lesson, let’s go and have a piss up at the local shall we?” Gloucestershire’s so much better with no F.G.R. ‘round. Vegan scum relegated back to the fucking ground. Twats of Forest Green Rovers Toss ‘em in the woodchipper Twats of Forest Green Rovers Send ‘em to the fucken woodchipper

You thought it was already over We’re here to make your stands crumble. You thought you would escape it all? We’re here for a proper rumble. Mr Plod just sit and watch Shine your shoes, leave your cuffs Leeds Scum aren’t here to botch It’s gonna get rough so just fuck off. Scrap time with the lads Tip the chippy van. Scrap time with the lads Burn the chippy van. Oil and grease dripping down the stands We love all this inferno Throwing our shit at the Bradford fans We fucking love a freak show. Mrs Plod just suck his cock Make him tea and prep your muff Leeds Scum aren’t here to botch It’s gonna get rough so just fuck off. Scrap time with the lads Tip the chippy van. Scrap time with the lads Burn the chippy van. Turn on the telly What do you see? Bradford’s playing Leeds What do you hear? Pundit’s trying, journo’s lying Bradford’s Bantam’s seen all crying. Leeds amazing, police grazing, Valley Parade fucking blazing. We’re gonna storm the pitch We’re gonna storm the pitch So come and fucking stop us or burn ya fucken bastards Burn ya fucken bastards Burn ya fucken bastards Burn ya fucken bastards Burn ya fucken bastards

Kill your local pedophile High-pitched weasel. Jelly-belly gut. What a fucking vile little cunt. Try to fucking snatch a child after school. Stalking ‘em all at the public pool. Logging in chat, texting away. This is the price we have to pay. Faking our age, faking our name. Catching these fuckers on the game. Catching them in the wild. Preying on a little child. Triple 9 late on dial. Kill your local pedophile. Full names, age - all profiled.Their addresses - all stockpiled Triple 9 late on dial. Kill your local pedophile. Justice from the mob. The commons answer to the call. Silence from above, they know we’re onto them. Justice from the mob. The commons answer to the call. Silence from above, they know we’re onto them. Jim’ll fix it. Rolf’ll peg it. Just kidding they’re fucking going nowhere. Maybe off a building, perhaps on the road. Throw ‘em in the bog chained to a stone. Catching them in the wild. Preying on a little child. Triple 9 late on the dial. Kill your local pedophile. Justice from the mob. The commons answer to the call. Silence from above, they know we’re onto them. Justice from the mob. The commons answer to the call. Silence from above, they know we’re onto fucking them. Pin ‘em in the fucking park. Disregard the prison cell. Kill your local pedophile. One way trip to fucking hell. Pin ‘em in the fucking park. Kill your local pedophile. Fuck You!