BOB SAVAGE:
Mate I ain't amused by the hate produced in the mainstream news
All these racist views these commentators spew's just a blatant rouse
I'm getting deja vu, cos when the population grew
They'd cultivate the roots and change it to a stranger fruit
But it ain't braces and boots
Nowadays we got racists in suits
With immigration the scapegoat they use
For their bait and untrue daily abuse
Chatting more shit than you patriots do
I patiently wait to improve, then I'm making my move
Straight up traitor the state in the booth
Dazed and confused then they're faced with the truth
That Bait Britain's got a lot of Greatness to prove
Cos all we gave to the world? The taste of our boot
Free market systems and slavery too
So fuck a sword to their throats when a razor will do
With a will to cut deeper than David will do, oh
When you sway from the noose, son I'll pay for the view
Pro-choice cos cunts like you should be scraped from the womb
And fuck our so-called 'boys', I ain't rating the troops
No explanation is due, Abu Ghraib should be proof
These dictators are trained to rape and abuse
So fuck your target market, I target markets aim and I shoot
These bars are marxist with only chains left to lose

JENRE:
I could never take pride in that flagpole
So you can pack a union jack inside of your asshole
And it couldn't get more shitty
The core's gritty
When my own government at war with me
They call it a fighting chance when they brawl with me
That’s like lions praying down on a small kitty
Don't bite the hand that feeds you, well I'm more picky
I'll be eating fingers for my dinners ’til they're all in me
Til they talk with me 'bout the paucity of chances in this poor city
We don't want your small pity
Don't be believing now you’re thieving you're forever safe
There’ll come a day when we don't run away or hesitate
And take back what you never made
Two-headed snake head of states getting strung up til they levitate
Til their neck and spine separate
Saddam Hussein style
Punching pearls out your fake smile
So how'd you like it then?
Reactionary type of men rise again bringing pain through the mic and pen
Anger is my defence
Pent up I'm hypertense
Trying to find the sense in this world of mice and men
But I can see none when each one of us
Treated like we're conjured up
For some fuck to make a deep sum
And it ain't treason to say the queen should die son
I don't give a fuck if she was born out of the right cunt
From the right dick, the right shlong’s sperm
That cow could die now as far as I'm concerned
There'll be bleeding hearts and weeping on
When there's people her age who can't afford to keep their heating on
And guess what boss it’s you that they're thieving from
And your kids and your family they're leeching on
And I don't wanna go preaching on
But I'm throwing up this rage from the bullshit they feed us on
A short leash that they keep us on
Tryna disguise lies but I seen it all like a peeping tom
And I believe its wrong
But who am I, right?
I never went to Eton
I ain't even on their eyesight
Fuck ‘em!
They couldn't even see us if they might try
Living up the high life sitting in the skyline
David Cameron tells me he's a friend of me
Fuck you, you push cunt, you're the fucking enemy
And Edward Milliband's a little bland tosser too
Nick Clegg's a dickhead so really fuck off to you
The same snake in a different colour dumb disguise
I hope you fucking die
That ain't a fucking lie
You're never one of mine
Never been and never will
Exploit men of skill forever still
So from the pen I spill, reveal your features
Fuck police and Jesus
We don't need a god, boss or leaders