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with nothing to lose

Rusty playgrounds echoes of fights
Council blocks hold the stories of nights
Cold wind howls through our teenage rites
We throw our

Ill Manors

Plan B

Ill Manors

2012

Let's all go on an urban safari
We might see some illegal migrants
Oi look there's a chav
That means council housed and violent
He's got a hoodie

Yo, that's that yay, blud
That's that fucking crack
This that Kanye West shit blud, turn you crazy
Yeah!
Nothing great about fucking Britain

cut my dick off
The trouble it got me in
Went home to my slum canyon
On my way I looked up
I saw turrets of Victorian wealth
I saw John the ex

and the council's youth.
The Church in Britain was sick and in decline.
We were written off, but now God has changed His mind.
We were once defeated, but now we're in

call centre or dole.
this lad and me, we're a mirror, but its well and truly shattered.
council estate. Teesside. in a kitchen getting battered.

he

Don't ever forget Mrs Thatcher
Union basher council house trasher
Privatiser class divider
Stealer of the family silver

With the police behind her

in the dark of night
In Honduras, a sentence is pronounced
Ex-president's fate in shadows announced
Forty-five years for crimes of drug trade
A heavy

Let's all go on an urban safari
We might see some illegal migrants
Oi look there's a chav
That means council housed and violent
He's got a hoodie

Clerk
Hold it down pigs around
Muslims eating pork
Miss piggy get jiggy it's litttttty
Now passed da fork

Soily, Grow the weed
Now flip the runts
Grabba

it was built for
As the rents climb up higher
If your ex-council house
Is now a luxury flat
Wouldn't you agree that there's some
Politics in that

It's

of hills, valleys and rivers where we are farmers
With love for the Christian Presbyterian and Muslim tradition
under His Royal Highness the Fon of Nso

Slugeye comes slithering in through the back door 
He hates his ex but she hates him more 
He calls her crazy, says she's a whore 
She's a whore

And their haunted in place 
They got the trauma in bones
Asleep on the floor you hear the pain in the moans
So poor
Then britain opened doors
They wanna help

out the credit cards
And mansions they do not come cheap, so why should council homes

We should cut their welfare, tax their bedroom
They'll only spend

of us are immigrants
Or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent
I'll shed the light on immigrants
America was colonised by Britain
Britain

I love you more and I don't know
November 18th 2019
New council of nincea
I might be Constantine
Girl you a part of me
To your body I got access
In

come when im makin them sounds
Ill see mysef out
Council your ex about trauma you gave her
Im fuckin it up thats trauma to your paper
I hunger for blood

dead in a vice
I think I sided with her ex twice
It went downhill from there I crashed my car
Reversing into a post, came crumbing down
It smashed all

Question Time

Dave

Game Over

2017

live in Great Britain, not in Donald Trump's America
Speaking of America, state and the President
With all due respect, I've got something to say

quitting
Oh well that's just Britain
The past is hidden, starving victims outside castle meetings
And we got a lower class and then a middle class and then

exactly what they should be about

Religious safety shields and a
Political sex life
While you hide the pictures of
You and your ex-wife
You take too many

in
Today are gonna be with us
cfter 2050
So get them insulated
Talk to the council, talk to the landlord
Vote for the politicians who want to 
Invest

owns the streets!
You pay tax on the streets!
You pay council tax, are you mad?
Are you killing, Muslims over that?
Your killing Muslims over that!
You