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