Megaton

Megaton You think you're Nasty Nas You're just cringy as Megaton Whose side are you on? Whose shit do you don? What form of murder do you want? Kiloton! (Yeah) Combust the blast No war, no death No point when there's no fucker left apart from you The emperor's new hoes on a record label who just sign all the dregs Let's face it, wrap it in class politics Give it some legs (give it some legs) Megaton! No war, no death Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! No war, no death Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! On me head San Don't make me laugh They call me double O, lol Licensed to sign off the dole (not really) I'm prince Edward, really, you winger Right, left, Fred like an horseshoe He's good with the budget "Hello, renters, I'm in you" (urgh) I hate that saying, naughties bands say it when they drive into the next town they're playing Megaton! No war, no death Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! No war, no death Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Yeah, weights and wanking Hard bodies and phone lights That's all we got I got my stomach flat for the money shot In shiny cars Elvis jaws and no bras On the road to nowhere Nobody knows where to post anymore Social media Weight Watchers Collabing with the same old fucking singers Spray and pray, like lazy dog owners on short walks, mate Wankers, fucking toss parachutes from jizz op aircraft carriers Megaton! No war, no death Megaton! Megaton! Megaton! Megaton!