Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Kill, artist - Doctor ZygoteDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mr. Kill |
| I’m tryna get the sick bread, fuckin' a dead pigs head |
| Commitin' dread incest to impress the insects |
| The Prime Ministerial trail is intense |
| The snow covered mountain ski resorts that I ingest |
| Infectious, Bullingdon parties — I’m on the guest list |
| Burning 50 notes in the faces of homeless derelicts |
| I’m too sick, Razor Ramon with the toothpick |
| My policies are real like flyin' 'round on a broomstick |
| Told you I would save the NHS, I was lyin' though |
| Told so many lies, everybody calls me Lion-O |
| Buy your votes, get rich and I buy a boat |
| Tell kids to low the drugs while sniffin' a line of coke |
| Havin' much fun, steerin' lump sums into my lunch fund |
| Gettin' dumb drunk, slappin' these grannys on the bum bum |
| Come come now, step into the funhouse |
| Back the rum down, Russian Roulette, get the guns out |
| The untrustable, you would never vote for a huxtable |
| You vote for the villainous indestructible |
| … But I digress |
| This is not Jeremy Corbyn in a tie dye vest |
| It’s Mr Kill for Prime Minister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| Mr Kill for Prime Minister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| I admit that I’m sinister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| Mr Kill for Prime Minister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| Mr Kill for Prime Minister, a wonderful bloke |
| Your hard earned cash are vanished in a puff of the smoke |
| I’m makin' sure the tax payer is the butt of the joke |
| Service the rich, punishing the broke |
| Yo, I’m shakin' hands, kissin' babies, drinkin' Baileys |
| Badass since the 80's, I came from the sky and landed in Hades |
| My second home is under a dome |
| Marble floors and android waiters covered in gold |
| Not to worry, my endless parliamentary expenses |
| Have me covered till the papers start to mention me in sentences |
| Purveyor of sexual deviancy |
| Already bust a nut before you could see it was me |
| House of Commons, rubbin' shoulders with degenerate fucks |
| See the twinkle in my eye, I’m in my element cuz |
| Elephant tusk, angel dust is a hell of a drug |
| I’m whilin' out, living life but I have never been thug |
| The most underhanded bandit |
| Not another man began tryna understand the madness |
| Pissin' on a homeless junkie |
| The type of subhuman you would love to own the country |
| Mr Kill for Prime Minister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| Mr Kill for Prime Minister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| I admit that I’m sinister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |
| Mr Kill for Prime Minister! |
| I’m gonna kill you |