Bro the brits are coming Tea and biscuit hunting Opps are good at nothing There ain't no discussing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Shoot man up, in London Ain't no repercussions See the feds, we rushing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Tea and biscuit hunting Opps are good at nothing There ain't no discussing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Shoot man up, in London Ain't no repercussions See the feds, we rushing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Can't even call my opps opponents They lack vital components Come 'round here, ain't no postponements Load that gun, shoot back in moments Gunshots so potent, have man scurry away like rodents And then back to the country house Got to throw a party with the Tory donors Love Thatcher, she's got it Like Shakespeare, write her a sonnet Come 'round with a blacked out Bentley One shot, leave an opp dead on the bonnet Astonished, offshore accounts, fresh deposits Man go quick like Sonic We always gotta make that profit Opps all know we have a plan Windsor Castle, where we hang They never come 'round here, 'cause we defend our land Pull up with the gang, gang Pull up, let it bang, bang Opps all scared, when we pull up with the gang, gang Tea and biscuit hunting Opps are good at nothing There ain't no discussing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Shoot man up, in London Ain't no repercussions See the feds, we rushing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Tea and biscuit hunting Opps are good at nothing There ain't no discussing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Shoot man up, in London Ain't no repercussions See the feds, we rushing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Ooh, y'know, this-this beat is hard I think we should have a- a dance break, or something, y'know Sounds good Left, right, left, right, y'know It's brilliant, isn't it Thank you Grayto for making the beat But I can't be asked to write anymore lyrics, y'know My brain is past its due-by date Y'know Boris, like yours? No no no, Boris, I'm joking I love you, and I love David Cameron And the dance break is over in three, two, one, and Tea and biscuit hunting Opps are good at nothing There ain't no discussing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Shoot man up, in London Ain't no repercussions See the feds, we rushing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Tea and biscuit hunting Opps are good at nothing There ain't no discussing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming Shoot man up, in London Ain't no repercussions See the feds, we rushing Grab your guns, 'cause the brits are coming What a spliffing song that was, y'know Rule Britannia and all, God save the queen Good work lads, good work Onto the next one, yes
