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Fecha de emisión: 26.09.2019
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Scabby Abbey |
Her name is Abigail, you should listen close to this addict’s tale |
She’ll kiss a bloke for for a stick of dope or a slab of ale |
This chick is known to just nick a load of your crap & bail |
Scattered pale bogan, she’ll slit your throat for a crack inhale |
She sits at home just to trip alone from an acid sale |
If that tab has failed, she’ll rip a cone & then rack a rail |
Her dealer always delivers slow as a knackered snail |
He has to weigh all the pip he owns on a battered scale |
This savage male will tic it though if her cash is stale |
All she’s gotta do is just lick his scrotum & catch his spray all |
Over hr A-hole on video & if that prevails |
Sh’ll get more bumps that a written note in a pad of Braille |
Her gash is frail cause in the moment a jagged nail split her open |
She didn’t notice a rash had trailed |
A little later this prick she’s boning is back in jail |
Still, her lips corrode as she hits a globe, she’s the ratchet they call |
Scabby Abbey, they call her Scabby Abbey |
You’ve probably seen her in the back of paddy wagons |
When she’s acting snappy |
She’ll suck your dick if you can pack a baggy |
& that will have her happy |
As it doesn’t matter if the crack is crappy |
Scabby Abbey, they call her Scabby Abbey |
You’ve probably seen her in the back of paddy wagons |
When she’s acting snappy |
She’ll suck your dick if you can pack a baggy |
& that will have her happy |
As it doesn’t matter if the crack is crappy |
Declaring a binge, she’s wearing her hair in a fringe |
Feeling kinda sexy while preparing to share a syringe |
With some cunt that’s always swearing & staring in bins |
Had an affair with him, unaware of the tear in her Minge |
Months later, her rashes flare & she’s scared cause her skin’s bearing a tinge |
of yellow |
She glares at it there with a cringe |
She kneels down to say a prayer to repair from her sins |
But it doesn’t help, it’s only fair that this era begins |
Comparing her limbs with various crims |
She’s getting thinner but pretends she isn’t sparing a care as she grins |
Till one day the whole area (area) spins |
She starts to stumble & a chair hits her square in her shins |
She gets to hospital, impaired but can whinge |
Because the chapel down the corridor is blaring a snare & some hymns |
Malaria symptoms, yeah she’s convinced |
But told she’s HIV positive, it’s just as not rare as she thinks |
Scabby Abbey, they call her Scabby Abbey |
You’ve probably seen her in the back of paddy wagons |
When she’s acting snappy |
She’ll suck your dick if you can pack a baggy |
& that will have her happy |
As it doesn’t matter if the crack is crappy |
Scabby Abbey, they call her Scabby Abbey |
Because her mother’s a raging alcoholic & her daddy’s a grabby |
I went to ask her for a tad of 'baccy |
But she chucked a fucking hissy fit |
& threw a fucking nappy at me |
She’s left in her bed, depressed with her head to her knees |
Thinking «How'd this happen?» while ingesting the meds she receives |
The streets she respected, infested with beggars & thieves |
Plus the sex & the needles injected have lead to disease |
She’s yet to believe or accept it, she never agrees |
Anyone who says that’s she’s infected should check their degrees |
On top of that, she’s connected her egg to a seed |
Her pee was tested & suggested she’s pregnant indeed |
She hates the hospital, she says that the medic’s a sleaze |
& she’s negatively, affected, neglected & teased |
She sees the exit & she’s tempted to leg it & leave |
She’s regrettably interested in getting some speed |
She miscarried but pretends it was never conceived |
She just goes on a bender, then tends to her sedative needs |
She took too many & it ended her then in her sleep |
Now she’s dead, she’s deceased, forever she’s resting in peace |
Scabby Abbey |