Whip around for a comrade
Brits around, kicking out like a conga
I’ve got bulging bags full of American wonga
Top dollar went from Dallas to the Dodder
Dapper captain but I won’t be no fodder
Hello mudda hella fadda
Here I am at Camp Granada
I’m going fast over ramps
Rolling over potholes
Golden belt marks the champion
Challenger get a bussnose
Your singing career a bum note
Your bird got my cum throat
Write it down, funeral, death note
Wire it up, boom it, detonate
Dynamite, dust flying down
Nude red gelignite, warm on gelid night
I lit its twisted fuse above my pilot light
Your man coming over, say nada
Car dark as NASA
When alien ambassadors
Park in front of the cameras
Car blocked by a fixed bollard
Bollocks, can’t collar a Gard
All in the RA where there’s no brits about
Talking shit so I send your pic around
They’re saying no man he’s sound he’s sound
Leave it out
I’m having it off, tops off, pushing him down the ground
What did you say you fucking clown?
Teeth kicked in, might need cloves
Head is the bakery, dealing out loaves.
Alchemisland 
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