UK GRIM

Bellower bellowed, "Who would believe we got pot?" It's a sign of the times like a cliché, written non-stop Full metal jackets get sprung, tanks that boil in a bag, the gunner Stop, there's a drop-off, Hartley Hare and Vladimir's got his top off He's got his top off, quick reach for your bit Shit, he's so fit Big banger, number ten can't gimme that Bruce Banner I got crisis stamina, full marathon, four poo breaks I can feel the shit from your crisis rays, spray up my back Because in England nobody can hear you scream, you're just fucked, lads This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM Your perceived contradictory and hypocritical fate There's no top five album when you're off the grid Fuck all that, I'm not here to please you, mate Liz Truss, conformity, the smooth streets in the business quarter Where the white Range Rovers hum, they sound lovely White shirts and lunch bellies Threesomes and wealth measles, penetrate the cornflakes I want it all like a crack forest gâteau I do drugs in my head, so I can still go to bed As I pound the slabs of this dreamscape into X This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM But when it's gone, leave the trails in the mindset But when they come, like a dawn raid smashed the mindset But when it's gone, leave the trails in the mindset But when they come, like a dawn raid smashed the mindset But when it's gone, leave the trails in the mindset But when they come, like a dawn raid smashed the mindset This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin This is UK GRIM, put it in the fuckin' bin