Letra de The Brits Are Coming - MTSG

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 a goddess

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 arsed to write anymore lyrics, you 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?

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