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C*nt


I don’t mean to be blunt

But to be honest you’re a cunt

You oppress the masses and make them your bitch

If it were up to me we’d all be burying you in a ditch

You tear up benefits and kick the weak

We should all be throwing bricks at your giant beak

Surely it was the devil that brought you here?

Or was it all funded by your “Mummy Dear”?

But the thing is you’re part of a larger problem

Those blindfolds over our eyes you hold ‘em

Makes us hate you and forget our real enemy

Now only visible to a few like me

See whilst we were fighting you for our land back

The true oppressor’s whips did crack

The west took everyone’s land

So they could dig for the oil beneath the sand

But the west and the east ain’t the baddies here

They just tell you that to keep up your fear

The men who tell you that, these chimps in three piece suits

The ones who kick you and then make you polish their boots

They are the true oppressors of the masses

How can’t you see this? Do you need glasses?

Because I thought it was plain to see

That this world should belong to you and me

Not the rich oppressors in their white castle

Not the men who decide our fate

Not those that make us drill for oil

Not those that tell us someone whose black or gay is our enemy

No this world belongs to you and me

Is that something you cannot see?

You’ve got this man holding wool over your eyes

The fighting amongst one another is his prize

So I don’t mean to be blunt

But David Cameron you’re a cunt

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