I don’t really follow the news much these days, but I hear it’s bad
There’s something so entertaining ‘bout the way we all watch, listen and then react to -
Anything, everything, happening all around I was -
In the back of the queue for the DWP when I finally broke my back fighting this little drummer boy and then I realised -

Rum pa pa pum pum, I just got jumped by an office job chump,
So now I’ve dumped my UC on d**gs and dumb fun,
Next stop is uni,
That’s more money from your government funds
I’m a tories worst nightmare,
Welfare grabbing, four pack of beer buying,
Knife crime condoning, happy slapping, laughing, homeless bum who’s still drunk from the last year,
And you can ask me all you like if I’m stupid,
And I’ll still say the same f------ thing
I won’t pay -
Priti Patel no
Givens -
Or give no -
Boris the f------ time
So just turn around and get f-----, Guv,
I’m on a whole mazza, shooting up in your bathroom
I bunked school, I bunked court and I’ll bunk any registered appointment with a white shirt ****!

Gimme the loot
Cos I need it
Money and cash, run it and dash,
Welfare or wealth fearing?
Don’t give me that look,
Don’t ask reasons,
Poor when I was born,
And I’m still teefing
So just give me the P’s so I can break even for the weekend and spend all my dole in one evening

And till I go mental,
I got three, five scores on my sanctions,
And I’m thankful I ain’t sent to the centre,
Yes sir, thank you, yes I’m bless sir,
Wasteman, I ain’t tryna roll to the next job!
Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month
Sweating, grafting on some pagan b-----ds day off!

I ain’t doing enough right now
Till you see me bug out and lose my f------ s**t!

Say I ain’t doing enough right now
Till you see me bug out and lose my f------ s**t! (x3)


3 bill for the month and,
I reckon that’s enough for,
132 beers, 12 bottles of wine, 2 litre bottles of spiced rum and the rest I can spend on noodles,
Housing benefit covers the rent and if it don’t, then f--- it, I’m leaving
I ain’t dealing with none of this healthy living anymore,
I can just sleep on the bus
I got 3 GCSE’s, could give a f--- about thinking too much,
My heads such a mess think I need PIP,
I’ve been fucking dead since CBBC,
So till the Queen, gives me a GBE
Imma keep robbing from DWP,
So give me more money, more money, yes please
I don’t ask for much just enough to get me through the week,
And with all the gambling debts and ticks for shots coming for my neck
What’s 300 a month gonna do to prevent my stress? I guess, I best,
Get a sick note and tell em I’m depressed
A broken systems biggest threat is a starving nation regret,
And oh boy, the masses are fuming
But till the revolution is televised, I’ll be on UC, with a beer, watching movies...

Gimme the loot
Cos I need it
Money and cash, run it and dash,
Welfare or wealth fearing?
Don’t give me that look,
Don’t ask reasons,
Poor when I was born,
And I’m still teefing
So just give me the P’s so I can break even for the weekend and spend all my dole in one evening

And till I go mental,
I got three, five scores on my sanctions,
And I’m thankful I ain’t sent to the centre,
Yes sir, thank you, yes I’m bless sir,
Wasteman, I ain’t tryna roll to the next job!
Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month
Sweating, grafting on some pagan b-----ds day off!