Sixteen 16's | EP11

[verse 1 : Pompous Peterson]

So disc jockey, play the beat, the one by the...R-Z-A

For that chap Method Man...Bring the pain I believe it was

This week, we offered our condolences

To a Muslim, with a beard, some say that’s strange

But they don’t understand the way that we played the game

We don’t care about religion, what’s in a name

As long as you pump oil for us keep the price cheap

You can behead who you want the deal’s quite sweet

Help us to bomb other Arabs from the military bases we have in your lands

But you don’t have in ours

We’ll give you Rolls Royce’s, yes flashy cars

Pay you billions of pounds yes, we’ll make you stars

A reformer, quite enlightened, funding the terrorism that we claim to be fighting

So its only right that we fly the flags at half mast

Send the prime minister over seas to kiss your ass

Who said hypocrisy they don’t know the rules

Democracy is just a bloody word sentimental fools!

Uncle Pompous!