Lyrics:
jaundice babies
Two pregnant penguins and a Homer in a jellybean suit
On the tenth day of Gragglemas, my Graggle gave to me
Ten scandals in Britain, nine
like Lazarus,
Unamarous till I got glamorous
I was Thirteen in a T with cannabis
I don't about Britain,
Crack is my culture and trap my religion
acorn
I'm the greatest out of Britain, I'm not talking 'bout a Bake Off
I'm coming up with my amigos, I'm like RIP to Takeoff
(I'm coming up with my
I ain't the baddest, MC's a savage, here to do damage, this isn't carnage, we do the maddest
City of Britain, people have died, over to earth waters,
all.
Start to march when you hear the call.
Britain needs you, Britain needs you ..
Britain needs you to die for her.
Marching into victory,
Poland in the battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle
Even at night shadows cover the ground
And the fighting goes on from dusk until dawn
Britain gets it's fourth T.V. station,
Princess Diana gives us a royal heir.
The I.R.A. bring horror to Hyde Park, Breshnev dies in
Russia and Irael invades
Britain anymore.
If you’re so good at at fucking learning,
When you learn about your past,
Find that we ain’t quite escaped
The immortality of the ruling
serene above the moment
You are fighting for, I wonder what, destiny
We waste away our hours and darken
Beneath the velvet of a strong optimism
Britain's
celebrating fifty years of independence
They still feel the colonial effects of Great Britain's presence
Dictators quick to imitate the west
Got in bed with
Great Britain
Belfast, to the desert, Spain
Some little bitty island in the middle of the Ṗacific
All the way back home, to my town
To my town
and Britain is mine
That day, on way
And all peasants will know Oranj
Peasants smile: big shine
Very happy under rule of Oranj
You can whine under rule
could get anything I want
I was so oh happy
Then I moved to North Britain
I became an immigrant
I could frolic around all night
In the green grass
I was
Cast away on a desert island
Me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate
Cast away on a desert island
With Great Britain written on its name
all.
Start to march when you hear the call.
Britain needs you, Britain needs you ..
Britain needs you to die for her.
Marching into victory,
peniche
They innovate different ways they
Can kill an slay
Is this Great Britain? Cause tell me
Whats makes Britain great?
If your from Diego Garicia
Events is that Britain's tireless support of
The American empire and it's
Imperialist wars have
Hugely endangered the people of this country
While
Welcome to England
Part of so called Great Britain
But ain't a fucking thing great
About the way we're living
For me it's hard to see
How we're
Britain
We wait for permission
To form another queue
We stand in position
Though someody's missing
And that somebody's you
But what can I do?
I
greater than fi Great Britain
When gyal come a hype
Seh "a wah do bow kitten" you nuh whore
Hole great than greater Portmore
If yours is a window
Fi hers is
home
It's a holiday, Britian cyah hold me now
Christmas a JA, what a happy crowd
Weh di dance dem deh from
Country come a town? Tell Portmore
Di whine
get told
Be bold
Raised in Britain, no you isn't
Soft like kitten, I'm tough like Simmon
Kitchen sieving
Billy and Knotts and nothing ain't
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
There's no such thing as broken Britain
We're just bloody broke in Britain
What needs fixing is the system
Not shop windows down in Brixton
Riots
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