Nothing Great About Britain

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    I said there's nothing great about the place we live in
    Nothing great about Britain (nothing great about Britain)
    Sip a cup of tea whilst we're spittin'
    There's nothing great about Britain

    Bottle of Bucky in Buckingham Palace
    There's coppers from Scotland all the way down to Dagenham
    Waving a black cab, munchin' a Fab
    Had to skip the flats, I ain't chasin' the dragon
    You look like death warmed up
    She ain't a spice, just a korma
    I ain't Dizzee, I'm just a boy in a corner
    Call me King Whitey, puking up off a corner
    All I tasted is korma, ASBO restraining order
    I put manners on a punk, 'cause I haven't had my skunk
    Miss Teddy, I ain't 10, I'll squeeze your neck until you pop
    I was waiting on my friends outside the local shops
    See the feathers turning red, white beauty, oh, the swan
    Walking 'cross the Thames
    Firing slingshots 'cause its nee-nor, nee-nor
    Then we're in cuffs, POME
    I'm a product, yeah, they made me
    I wear chains like my granddad did in slavery
    You're 'bout as black as Ainsley, that's bounty
    Appropriate the culture before they take heed
    Change we, mold, shape and break, please
    'Cause these industries are tryna castrate we

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    Pick it up, put it down, bend it
    It breaks and you can't fix it without me
    (Nothing great about Britain)
    Fucking pussyholes

    I'm a geezer
    Bodge job the builder, ain't none better
    So-called gangster, I'll put trees in your cellar
    Ayia Napa poppin' bottles, what's up, fella?
    You play the decoy, I'll take food from the cellar
    Top lad, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, girl, what's your ploy?
    That man's your boy, I'll slap man, way too coy
    Three lions, Real McCoy, you're EDL, real English boys
    St. George's flag, Doc Marten, boy
    Call her slag, but don't mean it, boy
    Don't ask, don't get
    How'd you get nice things
    Life moves fast, roundabouts and swings
    Swings and roundabouts, you're 'round my kid
    Grass ain't always greener where the other side lives
    Nothing great about Britain
    Tea and biscuits
    Mash jellied eels and a couple lil' trinkets
    Eastend, you Phil Mitchell
    Get stabbed with the Phillips
    Hand on my heart, I swear I'm proud to be British

    (Kate Middleton)
    Kate Middleton now (I'd wifey her, I would)
    I wouldn't lie, you're an English rose, I wouldn't lie to you
    I'd tell you how it is, I will treat you with the utmost respect
    Only if you respect me a little bit, Elizabeth, you cunt

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