Sick of pub talkers

Don’t make noise or upset me

I don’t win on points I go Jet Li

No cops, no point, better belling a priest

Battle like Pelennor Fields until your defeated

Teach you a lesson, but let you get a headstart

Pelham 123 then I’m running through the trees 

Like I was trying to road test new Nikes

When I slow down I sniff my keys

Heartrate 333 BPs

Don’t tease or cheat me or the cheetah gets released

Predator, stripes and spots from chest to crotch

Dimebags or fist-sized rocks, hauling in my lobster pots

Real Monsters don’t come in cans

Snuff movie submitted to Cannes

Snuffed your life out, used a dutch angle

My ganja is Dutch and I’m handling the dust

Sending more people off planet than Elon Musk

Have it they must, got it always; that, you can trust.

Skunk with quite a musk

Comes vacuum packed so that’s a plus

Quite a change from when I used to arrange

To get a bag and change from a sheriff badge that was rusted

A lot of gusto and bluster

But I’m Augustus and I don’t trust guff

Anyone telling me pub stories is already talking too much

I move quiet as a hunter stalking

I have no room for your white selling porkies

Anything boring I abhor and actively ignore

Keep at it I’ll leave you twitching on the floor

Like you inhaled a canister of chlorine.

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