This is incredible,
How we’re supposed to lie down and die and stay indelible.
Look, thug, we have eaten two hundred tyrants and we happen to think you’re edible.
How do you think you can take The Federal Republic to great heights when you are a midget?
How you think we should trek to paradise while you hop on a train with our tickets.
Look, thug, we know people who know people and we keep numbers on our phones and sewn in our jackets.
How you think that you can clobber us all to death with your umbrella.
And give us a really big funeral when you come to bury us in our favela.
After which you and the cabinet fly off for holidays to Marbella.
Look thug, we know where you live, we know where you eat we know your kids.
Look thug, we know in whose arms you cry when it all gets too much for you.
Look thug, we’re about to make you look really hard and we’ll make you spell.
You keep a nest of killers, we keep death in our satchels,
You keep a bit of steel in your vaults, we keep iron in our spines,
You keep our money, we keep your legitimacy and we’ll kiss you goodnight.