Bellower bellowed who would believe we got pot. It's a sign of the times like a cliché, written non stop. Full metal jackets get sprung, tanks that boil in a bag, the gunner. Stop there's a drop off. Hartley hare and Vladimir's got his top off, he's got his top off, quick reach for your bits. Shit, he's so fit, big banger, number 10 can't gimme that Bruce banner, I got crisis stamina, full marathon, 4 poo breaks, I can feel the shit from your crisis rays spray up my back, because in England no-one can hear you scream your just fucked lads!
This is UK GRIM
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM
This is UK GRIM
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM
Your perceived contradictory and hypocritical fate, there's no top 5 album when ya off the grid, fuck all that! I'm not 'ere to please you mate
Liz Truss, conformity, the smooth streets in the business quarter where the white Range Rovers hum. They sound lovely. White shirts and lunch bellies, threesomes and wealth measles penetrate the cornflakes, I want it all like a crack forest gateau. I do drugs in my head so I can still go to bed as I pound the slabs of this dreamscape into X
This is UK GRIM
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM
This is UK GRIM
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM
The threat when's it's gone
Leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come
Like a dawn raid smashed mindset
The threat when's it's gone
Leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come
Like a dawn raid smashed mindset
The threat when's it's gone
Leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come
Like a dawn raid smashed mindset
This is UK GRIM put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM put it in the fuckin bin!
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