Nothing Great About Britain (Explicit)

Nothing Great About Britain (Explicit) - slowthai

Lyrics by：Tyron Frampton/Kwes Darko

Composed by：Tyron Frampton/Kwes Darko

I said there's nothing great about the place we live in

Nothing great about Britain

Nothing great about Britain

Sip a cup of tea whilst we're spittin'

There's nothing great about Britain

Bottle of Bucky in Buckingham Palace

There's coppers from Scotland all the way down to Dagenham

Waving a black cab

Munchin' a fag

Had to skip the flights I ain't chasing the dragon

You look like death warmed up

She ain't a spice just a korma

I ain't Dizzee I'm just a boy in a corner

Call me King Whitey puking up off a corner

All I tasted is korma ASBO restraining order

I put manners on a punk 'cause I haven't had my skunk

Miss Teddy I ain't ten I squeeze your neck until you pop

I was waiting on my friends outside the local shops

See the feathers turning red white beauty hold a swan

Walking 'cross the Thames

Firing slingshots 'cause it's nee-naw nee-naw

Dem waiting 'cause po

I am a prodigy they made me

I wear chains like my granddad did in slavery

You're about as black as Ainsley that's bounty

Appropriate the culture before they take heed

Change dream more shape and break please

'Cause these industries are tryna constraint we

Pick it up

Put it down

Bend it

It breaks and you can't fix it without me

Nothing great about Britain

F**king pussyholes

I'm a geezer

Botch job the builder ain't none better

So-called gangster I'll put cheese in your cellar

Ayia Napa popping bottles what's up fella

You play the decoy I'll take food from the cellar

Top lad oi oi oi oi oi girl what's your ploy

That man's your boy I'll slap man way too coy

Three lions Real McCoy you're EDL real English boys

St George's flag Doc Martin boy

Call her slag but don't mean it boy

Don't ask don't get

How you get nice things

Life moves fast roundabouts and swings

Swings and roundabouts you're 'round my kid

Grass ain't always greener where the other side lives

Nothing great about Britain

Tea 'n biscuits

Mash jellied eels and a couple little trinkets

East end you Phil Mitchell

Get stabbed with the Phillips

Hand on my heart I swear I'm proud to be British

Mr D

Kate Middleton now

I'd wifey her I would

I wouldn't lie you're an English rose

I wouldn't lie to you

I tell you how it is

I will treat you with the utmost respect

Only if you respect me a little bit Elizabeth you cunt