You Might Be Scared

[Intro: David Cameron]

We have some deep and pressing issues

[Verse 1]

Life's a strain, we go against the grain

They don't help us and they wonder why we sell cocaine

I'll probably join the twenty-seven club like Kurt Cobain

Winehouse an' Hendrix—we're one and the same

Albert said my death'll be my claim to fame

So I knock back cans of K to help me on my way (Yeah)

I watch Sky News to see what's happening today (Uh)

But it's always the same (Uh), nothing seems to ever change (Uh)

Politicians tryna' do us up the arse again

That dirty cunt David Cameron still working brain (Slags)

They're putting taxes up and making cuts, and shifting blame

They rinse our cash on their expense accounts, they've got no shame

As the youth up-rising, youtes are rioting, looting, burning, fighting

Don't know why you find it so surprising (Yeah, yeah)

The promise of free shit to a broke kid's just too exciting (Yeah)

Plus the feds are frightened  (Uh), everyone's now realising (Uh)

You say you blame the parents?

I say don't be such a cunt

It's not just shitty dads and mums that make them turn to drugs and guns

We need education (Uh), not social segregation

I thought equality was the foundation of our great nation

It seems it's just a load of bollocks to keep the poor patient

They're so full of shit: it's verbal defecation

We need money to live; not an Olympic stadium

They're all a bunch of pricks and so are the fucking pigs (Yeah)

Tripled uni fees, stopped EMA like it was cool

All that says to me is you don't want poor kids to go to school (Yeah)

I knew that shit like this would happen under Tory rule

I should have voted but they're all the same so fuck em' all

Violence started 'cause you killed a man in cold blood

Said it was a shoot-out? He didn't fire a slug

Left four kids with no father, that's wrong

They're growing up so angry, the cycle carries on

[Verse 2]

My dreams are celestial

Success is infinitesimal

Had chances but I messed it all

I feel like I never got blessed at all (Yeah)

Behaviour is unacceptable

Mum said go church, confess it all

But I bet my left testicle: I wouldn't make it through the vestibule

I shot pills at festivals

Kids eat them up like Festivals

So morally objectionable

I prey on who's susceptible

Just tryna to move my decimals

Ain't trying to make bare decibels

Past got me acting sensible

Slipping seems nonsensical

Crash should have made me a vegetable (Uh)

But the devil made me invincible

And damn near un-arrestable (Yeah), so there's no need to be respectable

But best of all: gave me the voice to address you all

Stood here back against the wall

Solo but with friends to call

My art's conceptual (Yeah)

Some say unconventional

I say I'm individual, and high of coke residual (Hah)

But everyone's so critical and so fucking analytical

But that's sort of hypocritical, considering

The last verse I was spitting in

The pile of drugs that I'm sitting in

Free speech God blessed Britain in

Give me Superkings, give me Vera Lynn

King size slims, some red string, got a white ting

Real pale skin, call her Marilyn

She's the one I see my self marrying, love the extra weight that she's carrying

We get the bricks from Bogotá

Mad sick like we had Cholera

Get rid of the ball like Kolarov

Pipe's burning like a Molotov

Man talk about it but they're gassed up just like the–

Sorry to be so coarse but, I got to get my message across, cuz