Lyrics: 
Woke up this morning feeling a lil' frisky, 
dangerous game I'm gonna play today, 
shot a bullet from my gun did a ricochet,
landed on my pizza Ristorante.
Ah shit I'll just pretend that its mayonnaise,
kick back, dark fruits, dirty dance, Patrick Swaze.
Excuses me sir would you like a side of DNA?
Found a fingernail wrapped in my fucking fish fillet.
What's wrong with the kids of today,
we work long hours for minimum wage,
and the mug that's in charge is on holiday, 
running through the fields with Theresa May. 

I'm under no impression things are gonna get better,
I'm far too lazy, I'm nothing like Greta.
But sure I get sick of all the doom and gloom,
and the orange baboon grabbing pussy in the back room.
That's just the way things work, 
the rich make it rain while the poor girls twerk,
cus' what happens in the shadows stays hidden on the shelf,
but we all know Jeffrey Epstein didn't kill himself.
And so the wheel goes round, 
if you wanna climb up someone's gotta go down,
it don't matter if that nurse cant buy her bread,
its survival of the fittest, someone else can die instead.
Self-isolation all across the nation,
increased masturbation, toilet roll inflation.
Do you really need all that Hovis?
Your buying more white than Michael Gove is.

Now we've all got a little devil inside us,
and no I ain't talking about Corona virus.
I'm talking about greed, hate, lust and violence.
Things that the devil uses to divide us.
And when i say the devil I ain't talking about Satan,
I'm talking about a certain rich Australian,
yeah you know who I'm talking about,
it rhymes with burdock figure it out.
And when you do take a bow,
get up here and now cus' you just figured out,
that the sun don't shine its got an agenda in mind,
do you really think they care about Grenfell or Knife Crime?
Ha, don't make me laugh, 
they only care about where the blame gets passed,
to the immigrant, disabled or any underdog,
you need common sense like Jacob Rees-Mogg.

A Real SICK S.O.B

Jali Protege

Lyrics: 
Look at him squirm like a worm in that chair,
thinking oh why me it's not fair.
Classic old story of the Prince and the Pauper,
but instead of Mark Twain it's someone's daughter.
Yo Jeff! Whats on the menu?
3 trafficked girls in a high-class venue,
under 18 don't matter to me,
just don't tell my mum cus' you know she's the Queen. 
Come and meet my friend Virginia Giuffre she's only 17 but she parties trust me,
highly vulnerable just the way that you like 'em,
got 9 more locked up in my dungeon.
Go on take your pick, let them wet the royal dick,
I would say more but I'm about to be sick.
Because this man works for NSPCC,
but he's abusing kids which is fucking crazy!
Have you met my mate, this Harvey Weinstein. 
He's been doing this since 1983,
he's rich and white so he has immunity.
Isn't that funny just like you and me. 
Chrorus:
Because this Prince likes to party, snort a little charlie.
Hey there girl what's your name darling?
Wanna come to my mansion, have a little fun?
Just gotta promise that won't tell my mum.
Just Don't tell my mum.

Oh yeah, did I mention I've got a private island,
we'll do some water skiing followed by some sexual violence.
We'll take my private jet the Lolita Express.
Now how many kids can we undress?
That's Ghislaine Maxwell standing by the door,
she's the one who I call if I fancy a whore.
Pull up a seat right there by the window my friend,
now get ready for, (Prince) ' A straight forward shooting weekend'.

Oh dear old boy it looks like we're scuppered,
get the lawyers on the phone cus' frankly we're buggered.
(Lawyers) Now, now, now there's no cause for alarm,
Just do what your told and you'll come to no harm.
Deny everything! That's right everything!
His Royal Highness needs an alibi, where were you?
(Prince) ' Uh, a Pizza Express in Woking?' 
(Lawyers) Yes, that'll do. 
Chrorus

Just Don't Tell My Mum

Philosopher Stoned

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