“In the city called Leeds born and raised,
in the playground is where he spent most of his days,
creeping out, touching, relaxin all cool and shooting his load all over the school,
when a couple of guys were up to some good,
starting making reports about his peadoness,
he got in one small cell and FB got scared saying ‘omg tomm why are you there?!’
He whistled for some kids and when they came near,
there bags said primary school, and they had no pubic hair
If anything tomm could say that these kids were rare
But he thought ‘Nah, forget it’ - ‘Yo come to my lair’
He pulled out of the kids who were 7 or 8
And he yelled to them both ‘im done want some cake?’
He looked at his victims
they were definately scared
Now hes sat in a prison cell calling it his new lair”
OMFG DEAD ahahaha