On the first day of Christmas:

The twat said to me, Give me your f*ckin’ wall-et

On the Second day of Christmas:

I threw two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et

On the third day of Christmas:

I gave him three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the fourth day of Christmas:

He received four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the fifth day of Christmas:

I laid in five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the sixth day of Christmas:

He let out six little whimpers, as I laid in five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the seventh day of Christmas:

He got seven kicks in the groin and let out six little whimpers, as I laid in five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the eighth day of Christmas:

He coughed up eight drops of blood as he got seven kicks in the groin and let out six little whimpers, five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the ninth day of Christmas:

Nine times he said “sorry” as he coughed up eight drops of blood as he got seven kicks in the groin and let out six little whimpers, five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the tenth day of Christmas:

Ten fingers locked onto his scrawny neck and ploughed his face into the ground as, nine times he said “sorry”, he coughed up eight drops of blood, he got seven kicks in the groin and let out six little whimpers, five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et. 

On the eleventh day of Christmas:

He got eleven stomps on the ankle, ten fingers locked onto his neck and ploughed his face into the ground as, nine times he said “sorry”, he coughed up eight drops of blood, he got seven kicks in the groin and let out six little whimpers, five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et.

On the twelfth day of Christmas:

We did 12 seconds of tactical disengagement after eleven stomps on the ankle, ten fingers locked onto his neck and ploughed his face into the ground as, nine times he said “sorry”, he coughed up eight drops of blood, he got seven kicks in the groin and let out six little whimpers, five knees to the gut, four hammer fists, three pre-emptive strikes, two hands up in a fence as he said give me your f*ckin’ wall-et!!!!