Officer Parker-Murkage
Stop invading my only space
Stop clocking my face
You're giving me the rage, Officer Parker
Please get off man's case
Stop clocking my face
You're giving me the rage, Officer Parker
And so we ask them...
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? Who's about it? Who's about it?
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? Who's about it? Who's about it?
Send a man, send a man, send a man Mars
Rock stars but can't label it angular
My anger cuts shards of Phillip Glass
You only get the pass if the count's triangular
Went France came back now I understand
How it is when you send a king to the guillotine
But it's mug ting Britain that I'm living in
Suttin's gotta give man suttin's gotta give
Socialist still chill with the hand outs
When a man feign comrade come around with their hands out
But first to turn Brutus when Casca shouts
Man, what's that about?
Everybody wanna be top geezer
But nobody wanna do top graft
Everybody wanna gwan like Caesar
Get caught slippin on the Ides of March
Everybody wanna be top geezer
But nobody wanna do top graft
Everybody wanna gwan like Caesar
Get caught slippin on the Ides of March
Stop invading my only space
Stop clocking my face
You're giving me the rage, Officer Parker
Please get off man's case
Stop clocking my face
You're giving me the rage, Officer Parker
And so we ask them...
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? Who's about it? Who's about it?
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? (Wot! Wot!)
Who's about it? (Yeah! Yeah!)
Who's about it? Who's about it? Who's about it?
Sherlock, Sherlock, go trouble a murderer
CCTV Draconian feveror
I don’t push, sniff, nor carrying a burner
About to go nuts on a public server
These Babalyonian stones are own goals
The rapture ain’t enough to mask capital woes
Shit not gold flows down to fill moats
Rooms full of smoke shot off the life boats
Like the rest of us plebs; broke
We don’t vote so hope's living here
Lock us monsters up in Scotland Yard yard
Beat down the pauper fin ache the judge
Come on McFarland get out my face
Not today, not today
I’ve never been arming, this is villainy
Go Nick Rasputin, looting cross rail
Steals 20 mil in steel, still never pass jail
Yours in a trench with no Churchill, still sit still
Officer Parker don’t test me I will
Officer Parker don’t test me I will
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