| Stop invading my only space
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| Stop clocking my face
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| You’re giving me the rage, Officer Parker
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| Please get off man’s case
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| Stop clocking my face
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| You’re giving me the rage, Officer Parker
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| And so we ask them…
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| Who’s about it? |
| (Wot! Wot!)
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| Who’s about it? |
| (Yeah! Yeah!)
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| Who’s about it? |
| (Wot! Wot!)
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| Who’s about it? |
| (Yeah! Yeah!)
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| Who’s about it? |
| (Wot! Wot!)
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| Who’s about it? |
| (Yeah! Yeah!)
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| Who’s about it? |
| Who’s about it? |
| Who’s about it?
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| Send a man, send a man, send a man Mars
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| Rock stars but can’t label it angular
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| My anger cuts shards of Phillip Glass
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| You only get the pass if the count’s triangular
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| Went France came back now I understand
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| How it is when you send a king to the guillotine
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| But it’s mug ting Britain that I’m living in
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| Suttin’s gotta give man suttin’s gotta give
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| Socialist still chill with the hand outs
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| When a man feign comrade come around with their hands out
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| But first to turn Brutus when Casca shouts
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| Man, what’s that about?
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| Everybody wanna be top geezer
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| But nobody wanna do top graft
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| Everybody wanna gwan like Caesar
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| Get caught slippin on the Ides of March
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| Everybody wanna be top geezer
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| But nobody wanna do top graft
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| Everybody wanna gwan like Caesar
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| Get caught slippin on the Ides of March
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| Sherlock, Sherlock, go trouble a murderer
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| CCTV Draconian feveror
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| I don’t push, sniff, nor carrying a burner
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| About to go nuts on a public server
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| These Babalyonian stones are own goals
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| The rapture ain’t enough to mask capital woes
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| Shit not gold flows down to fill moats
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| Rooms full of smoke shot off the life boats
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| We don’t vote so hope’s living here
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| Like the rest of us plebs; |
| broke
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| Lock us monsters up in Scotland Yard yard
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| Beat down the pauper fin ache the judge
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| Come on McFarland get out my face
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| Not today, not today
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| I’ve never been arming, this is villainy
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| Go Nick Rasputin, looting cross rail
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| Steals 20 mil in steel, still never pass jail
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| Yours in a trench with no Churchill, still sit still
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| Officer Parker don’t test me I will
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| Officer Parker don’t test me I will |