The Aliens had now been beaten
(See reference from film ‘A v P Requiem')
And now a new challenge awaits
Now the predator must face Matts Mates
The Aliens were bred for game
But Matts mates were not the same
Take Big D for example
He's a nutter after a skinful
And Johnny P he's a tough one
He can be very stubborn
Then there's Gurs
Man that boy is well perverse
And Matt Noble
He's as twisted as Johannes Goebel
Then there's Hetal (H) Petal
A little Asian guy who's bloody mental
We then have the gaint Stu
Who at school just grew and grew
We also have Marc (with a C)
Who lives outside reality
Then of course there is me
The Leader of this motley crew, Matty B
I think the predator had this feeling
He'd met his match when he came to Ealing
It was for him not the best of starts
As his ship crashed into the parked cars
In one of the gardens there was a BBQ
The lads nightmares would come true
That their chilled out Sunday afternoon
Would bring such destruction and doom
Gurs went outside to check
But was greeted by an object in his neck
The predator was jet lagged and very tired
As Gurs got ‘the apprentice' (You're fired)
There was football on the TV screen
So we were oblivious to the scream
But Johnny P got annoyed by the draft
So went to shut the door, which was daft
Now Johns a stubborn and grumpy sod
Who never had faith in GOD
The predator had his red laser seeking Gun
And was killing the neighbours just for fun
John went up to him and punched his face
And told him to "F Off back to space!"
He then pushed the predator in the chest
And cussed him about sexual incest
This got the predator really mad
And got his spear out and ferociously stabbed
John was now like a bag of mince meat
Commotion and chaos ruled the street
The predator now knew
That the lads were at this BBQ
He smashed through the window
And charged into the patio
‘London Calling' played on the radio
The boys were just too slow
Big D was caught in his grasp
And he dropped his flask
But within his flask was Belgium beer
Now the predator had something to fear
You never mess with BD's drink
But the predator didn't think
Big D went nuts
Smashing the predator with a series of head butts
The predators mask fell on the floor
And Big D punched him on his jaw
Marc soaked the predator with a garden hose
Big D then broke the predator nose
Marc put on a real bravado
As he beat the predator with the radio
Now the lads came steaming in
And gave the predator a real kicking
Stu broke his gun off his wrist
Bullets fired and just missed
Matt Noble threw some burnt burgers
We would show these predators
Little H got some bricks
I went to the shed and got some sticks
Sticks with some rusty nails
We stabbed him through his entrails
In the fight the predator squashed our bread
And poor old Stu lost his head
But the predators worst mistake of all
Was to interrupt our football
I picked up some beer bottles
And used them as fighting tools
I smashed them so they were jagged
And really let the predator have it
Even Maurice my cat, scratched his eyes
And that really took him by surprise
And that seemed to uplift the guys
As we slashed and cut both his thighs
I got some air freshener and a lighter
I always was a dirty fighter
I burnt that predator, with a burning flame
That really made him go insane
He fired a net over Marc
Which has some electrical spark
The predator skinned him alive
Then chased us, as we ran inside
Matt Noble turned to face him
And then we had another missing
His body parts landed on the grass
Now we would really kick his ar$e
Now it was only, Me, H and Big D
The real West London posse
We threw everything, tables and chairs
Then we ran up the stairs
The PC was on, but it wasn't time for msn chats
So we armed ourselves with cricket bats
We got some super soakers
And quickly ate some left over burgers
The predator smashed through the ceiling
But we were waiting
Smacking his head, over and over again
I stabbed with a ball point pen
The Predeator started to talk like me
But he'll never be a true cockney
I don't think Predeators like poetry
I bet he's not a QPR fan, but Chelsea
Our super soakers were filled with bubble bath
We would now have the last laugh
The predator was chocking and couldn't see
Then with our bats we cracked his knee
And stuck the bat right up his ar$e
This is for Rangers, come on you R's!!
Big D a giant of a man
Sacrificed his last beer can
He rammed it into the predators chest
And although the predator tried his best
We were like a pack of wild wolfs
We splattered that predator over the walls
And after all the fighting was done
We went downstairs to soak up some sun
The mobiles soon did ring
We told the others what they were missing
We then drank some beers and ate hamburgers
And toasted our victory over killing predators!
