There was a woman called
Sophie Rose, whose husband Inch had a brand new nose.
Has a couple of kids and a fat fecking dog, she only became famous for pining her bog..
She lives in a castle, greyskull is the name, it's not a real home, just a set for her instafame.
She's filled it full of tat, changing the
tit grey to
tit beige
Shockinly shite taste considering her age..
Onwards and upwards there's a move on the cards, to a house bigger than Stacey's, with alpacas in her yard..
Maybe a pool, where inch now lingers, and we all know who with...Yes, Fredayahoo fiddle fingers...
These threads are dwindling, slow as feck, if you're reading Sopha, are you scratching your neck?
You're no longer relatable, your content's no more... Your sheep will desert you, that's for sure.
Your paid paid partnerships have replaced you, they're cutting their ties, they've had enough of your bullshit and lies
What have you left Soph for us to view?
Except Ronnie and Lennie that we know doesn't Rhyme, and fat Henry's lipstick, on show all the time.
Your hinch days are over, your sheep can now see...
It's a
duck off from them and a piss off from me..
ATV
Eta im hammered and missed a word out