Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant sh#t to me because the f#cker was wack
Plus he hated blacks
And he never made one hot track – straight facts
I know they’re gonna hate that
But their bar’s low like Take That. m#th*rf#ck*r take that
I don’t play, don’t ramp
And none of my heroes appear on a stamp
Or a five pound note
Give Churchill’s statue the rope and see if it floats
Let it sink off coast like the economy sinks
But the plan for the future’s to eat more
Sleep less, work for longer, be poor
Set goals you can barely reach for
Blow what’s left on a beach holiday
“Is that Churchill washed on the seashore?”
Yeah, let the b#tch drown
Got the gammons all feeling sick now
Wipe my backside with a St. George’s flag
Let the mother country get dicked down
Big black dicked down, mm honey
Laugh and joke but there ain’t sh#t funny
Still catch Oxford grads when they’re buying their coke
Make yuppie kids run that money
b#tch, run that money
You don’t know what I do to survive
Are you with them, are you with us? Pick a side
Burn Britannia, kill the Queen, that’s a vibe
Time to ride
m#th*rf#ck*r take-
It’s madness to make a pound note man are doing backflips
Fit food phone line doing gymnastics
Job pays sh#t and they’re coming for their taxes
I know their tactics, uh huh
For the rich, the rules get bent
Nothing to show for the money you spent
Privatise your right to a doctor
Choose between your health and rent
And they’re killing off kids
With £2 chicken and chips
And I’m raised off that but I gave that back
Why? ‘Cause the body gets sick of that sh#t
Get rid of that sh#t – wreaks havoc on the heart and liver
And we can’t fight if we’re fighting our ticker
Gotta stay strong, tryna live life long
Plus need strength to throw Churchill in the river
Yeah, let the b#tch drown
Got the gammons all feeling sick now
Great Britannia’s lost all hope, she’s broke
With her hat out performing the whip round
Tell her go sit down, mm honey
Laugh and joke but there ain’t sh#t funny
Still catch Oxford grads when they’re buying their coke
Make yuppie kids run that money
b#tch, run that money
You don’t know what I do to survive
Are you with them, are you with us? Pick a side
Burn Britannia, kill the Queen, that’s a vibe
Time to ride
m#th*rf#ck*r take that
m#th*rf#ck*r take that
m#th*rf#ck*r take that
Take that
Take that
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