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VERSE 1:
BOB SAVAGE
- I'm taking the piss out the whole force
- Hating the pigs and the old lords
- Raising my fist
- These racists get kicked
- I'm taking a shit on your golf course
- Blazing a spliff, while I'm yearning for bougies dead
- Bogart Bobby be burning your BUPA beds
- Most are probably concerned that they're losing 'cred'
- They didn't see the guillotines, now merchants are losing heads
- There's no asking for pardon
- I'm having to harm 'em
- No Country For Old Men, I Javier Bardem
- Most trust me to roll peng fatties and spark em
- No jumped-up, dumb fucks rapping for stardom (nah)
- They ran that-a-way
- We ain't had our say
- We're Les Misé-rappers, but ain't Anne Hathaway
- ...So to get four-hour days
- Get more barricades
- And less George Galloways
CHORUS:
JENRE
- Who the hell we be, dropping bars shit hot?
- Q-E-L-D the Oligarch Hit Squad
- Posh breres in crosshairs, gotta target toffs
- Jon's there and Bob's there, crossing our lists off
- Who the hell we be, dropping bars shit hot?
- Q-E-L-D the Oligarch Hit Squad
- Posh breres in crosshairs, gotta target toffs
- Jon's there and Bob's there, crossing our lists off
VERSE 2:
BOB SAVAGE
- This is Lebanon
- Feel our presence from
- Petrograd with petrol bombs
- Till we're pressing on
- Your pentagram Pentagons
- It's a pisstake
- They just wanna dictate
- Shitsake
- You can fist shake
- Until your fucking wrist aches
- And it won't do nothing...
- I smoke too much and I don't do nothing
- The flow still so swagging
- Most meals don't happen
- Just No Frills smoked gammon
- Disappear, so Bilbo Baggins
- ...But none can amount to
- Bogart Bob, when he buns down an ounce too
- Oaths are dropped, now we come to denounce you
- Most are shot, like the scum that surround you
- ...So you better not piss about clearly
- QELD swing the Hammer and Sickle down fiercely
- Slashing Adam Smith's wrists - Trickle-Down Theory
- Snatching cannabis if your piff is out near me
CHORUS:
JENRE
- Who the hell we be, dropping bars shit hot?
- Q-E-L-D the Oligarch Hit Squad
- Posh breres in crosshairs, gotta target toffs
- Jon's there and Bob's there, crossing our lists off
- Who the hell we be, dropping bars shit hot?
- Q-E-L-D the Oligarch Hit Squad
- Posh breres in crosshairs, gotta target toffs
- Jon's there and Bob's there, crossing our lists off
VERSE 3:
BOB SAVAGE
- The bread's week-old, the cheese mould is sinister
- Bob Savage, Balsamic Sea Salt 'n' Vinegar
- Revolting prisoners
- We told solicitors
- "BEHOLD!"
- As we proles administer
- Sleepholds to ministers
- ...Not the Orphans, it's the zombies of Cush
- It's not Romney or Bush
- We got communist books
- That we know off by heart
- So you got blown apart
- Real revolutionaries, no Bonaparte
- ...They don't like this racket
- Revolutionaries in hi-vis jackets
- Bobby, the junkie, the damn Savage heathen
- "I could catch a monkey", the rap Gareth Keenan
- No Brentmeister players
- There's scum on top, eat the entire layer
- Bobby the Empire Slayer
- Dictatorship of the Yolotariat
- Sit blazing piff in some no-go areas
CHORUS
VERSE 4: BOB SAVAGE- So pardon my French and don't start to panic
- My bars cause offence to your farmer racket
- You aren't really hench in your Barbour jacket
- I'm armed with a wrench like a car mechanic, yo.
CHORUS
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