Man will never be free Until the last King is strangled With the entrails of the last priest The old slag sits at home upon a throne of gold Fuck throwing stones, I'll put the bitch in a choke hold Powerbomb the cunt until the canvas folds Won't be long until Queen Lizzie's dead and cold Slow mould grows on the money that they're hoarding And blow lines their nose same money used for snorting Do as they say not as they do though No Cluedo, who killed the passion in the youth though? It was nonce Andrew in the bedroom with a sweat rag Using my cash to hide his shame, he needs a body bag Cunt needs doused in petrol not success He'll remember the day he met Breens better than Pizza Express Better than pizza express? Nah I don't believe it Still he's better than the wetter non-confessors who're teething On every penny saved up for the henny or a screening To see if you might live or die, to them it lacks all meaning The state is nothing but an instrument of oppression Of one class by another No less so in a democratic republic Than in a monarchy We starve to death yet they choke on wealth Incestuous pricks that killed Diana with stealth Racist oppressors think they rule the world Blood spills in the streets now my chaos unfurls Hypocrisy swirls within the Palace they're residing in While mindless patriotic pricks continue dick riding 'em Now I don't wanna end the track by saying that they're brainless But the poor should storm their walls and start to torch em all with tasers I'll start the fire to burn cunts wearing blazers Set to kill, storming the palace with my razors Armed with the gas can, I'm a trailblazer Pouring in the throne room, call me a Hellraiser They're all space invaders, left their stain on poorer countries Now their masking trials of acting wild with kids, that's kinda funky Stanking like their attitude, they thrive on working-class abuse That's why I sit with fingers up, say get to fuck and then I strap a zoot The monarchy is finished It was finished a while ago But they're still making the corpses dance

Straight from the dome I writhe in my tome of misery In my hole I thrive as I smoke a spliff of cheese Still kill a fiend with ease Stay alive inside the sleaze In my abode I sit upon a grafted throne Back to an alternate land that I call home Blood red skies drenched with the lamb of god Cups filled with wine, piss from Jesus' cock I snap back like a rubber man Step outside my mind to find it all filled with sand Desperate putrid clans Clinging to power with pathetic commands My freedom fantasy sees me Ripping and tearing through fields of tories Red wine drenched as cunts bleed greed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed, my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed, my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed, my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed Blood and chemicals be staining my septum Clutching a scepter, breaking a Benson To roll another zoot, ask for twos, that's rejection My dude it soothes the mood while I'm looting these henchmen They're goons sent by my evil twin They wanna stand off, I drag my zoot and I breathe it in Fingers wriggle by my pistol to unsheathe the thing I missed the draw but caught their bullets in my teeth and rings That's some Ali G steez Taking over parliament while I scavenge green leaves Appoint myself the Lord of lords and make you jam these CDs Then find me kicking back in hell while my savage seeds breed And wriggle through your brain matter Cells start to swell and then burst see your fade splattered What do you expect I'm just a lazy looking bray scattered Into the Abyss still pissed spitting hate grammar My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed, my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed, my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed, my weed My weed, my weed Burn Big Ben and use it to light up all my weed

Smoked so much that my mind's dilapidated But I'll still burst your ego and leave you deflated The bald man's heard too much bullshit I've got the answers thanks to this quick wit These pricks split as I burn my sixth spliff Not into cute shit, I spit facts not tidbits A predator that stalks prey with a pregnant pause Sharpest claws but you down with overwhelming force Demonic scripture endlessly makes cunts richer I'll walk the streets of London known as Breens the Ripper Hunt the Tory power whores, drag them screaming through the doors See how Boris fights when it's not a foreign war They can call me the devil, as I bring in the plague Swigging Witcher potions as I'm tried in the Hague Witness my image and your mind gets flayed Eldritch gods are nothing compared to my high grade I just can't hold it down I just can't solve this now Need to roll that piff now To try help me hold it down The cold breath of death froze the hairs all down my neck And sobriety waits violently to shank me in the chest Anxiety is writhing like an earworm to the flesh As for society's guidance, find it hiding in the mesh Still playing peekaboo Dry beak up my nose, zoot in my mouth, course I'm a freak to you See me fire rockets from my cotch and they're heat-seeking too I turn a man to dust and feel the musk of his secreted juice And leave a bloodstained record Fits with my bloodstained decor So will I take the final step or Just be another cemetery memory for the record But I don't pay respects Just burn holes in your pockets tryna sell these molten tape cassettes Agent of the devil see me revel in this daemon flex Still falling from the sky like Icarus the failure space cadet I just can't hold it down I just can't solve this now Need to roll that piff now To try help me hold it down I'm just trying to hold it down I'm just trying to make a pound Can you hold this mic second whilst I roll another L? In that second I was thinking fucking hell How the flying fuck on earth am I supposed to hold it down, when The government, they're tightening the belt The rising cost of living fucking with my mental health The poor are getting poorer, they accumulate more wealth I work a 40 hour week but don't have nothing for myself, fuck Where's the great in Great Britain? We just sold it off for a quick commission I'm still trying to hold it down, and me not the one to frown I get straight back on the bike and then I take for a ride, I just take in my stride If I get a flat tyre, sometimes Life's that kind of cunt, and if it kicks you in the cunt You just got to hold it down, motherfucker I just can't hold it down I just can't solve this now Need to roll that piff now To try help me hold it down I just can't hold it down I just can't hold it down I just can't hold it down I just can't hold it down