UK GRIM
Bellower bellowed who would believe we
Got pot, it’s a sign of the times like a cliche written non stop.
Full metal jackets get sprung tanks that boil in a bag the gunner, stop there’s a drop off, Hartley hare and Vladimir’s got his top off, he’s got his top off quick reach for your bits Shit, he’s so fit, big banger, number 10 can’t gimme that Bruce banner, I got crisis stamina, full marathon, 4 poo breaks, I can feel the shit from your crisis rays spray out my back because in England no one can hear you scream your just fucked lads
This is U.K. grim
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is U.K. grim
This is U.K. grim
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is U.K. grim
Your perceived contradictory and hypocritical fate, there’s no top 5 album
When ya off the grid fuck all that I’m not ere to please you mate. Liz Truss, conformity, the smooth streets in the business quarter where the white Range Rovers hum they sound lovely. White shirts and lunch bellies, threesomes and wealth measles penetrate the cornflakes I want it all like a crack forest gateau, I do drugs in my head-so I can still go to bed as I pound the slabs of this dream scape in X
This is U.K. grim
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is U.K. grim
This is U.K. grim
Keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin
This is U.K. grim
The threat when’s it’s gone
Leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come
Like a dawn raid smashed mindset
The threat when’s it’s gone
Leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come
Like a dawn raid smashed mindset
The threat when’s it’s gone
Leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come
Like a dawn raid smashed mindset
This is UK Grim put it in the bin
This is UK Grim put it in the bin
This is UK Grim put it in the bin
This is UK Grim put it in the fuckin bin
DIWhy
Excuse me mate! You’ve just dropped one of ya tattoos
Excuse me mate! You’ve just dropped one of ya tattoos
oh ave i?
Yea I just seen it over there
I don’t really wanna save your venue
Your talking to me like a 7 year old that’s not gone to bed before they should do
This isn’t school, Does it bother me? A bit. I still wanna be rated by some prick.
Your not DiY your a Fucking twat
You look like Fred Dibnah and your haircuts crap
Your in a shouty band ya not original man
Ya like the edgy version of something shit
Shouty Dibnah in an all saints jacket
You sell guitars on Facebook sonny
And you drink to much beer
You do playlists for Fred Perry you boring Cunt and shave ya hair just above ya ear
Oh yea, not another white bloke agro band Oh yea we’re all the Fucking same let’s not kid ourelves man, some win and some lose the fame game.
I saw a doctor I said “ why do I feel like slapping these BnM goths all this post punk dross” he said “because they’re Fucking cunts Jason, fucking hit ‘em.
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIWhy
Yea I just seen it over there next to the
Naïvety play you got goin on
The three wise men bringing nosense, tinsel and dur, you with ya book on unknown singers covered in blood oh suits you sir. Why is talking to me like I’m 7 on the menu ? Fuck yaself and fuck your venue. Cups too big but that’s alright cos I don’t wanna burn my hands
As I order sausages, hovel stop
Shouting at the misery block
Like me just Dan and chip off the old block
Butchers death Prisoner Cell Block H, you need to get 8 steaks out of that one piece mate
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIWhy
Yer.
Make it slice air
Something we don’t get as much
Make it slice there
Something we don’t get as much
Make it slice where
You chose make it slice get as much
Make it slice where
Something we don’t get as much
Make it slice there
Make it slice air
Something we don’t get as much make it slice where
Something we don’t get as much make it slice where
Make it slice there
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIWhy
Force 10 from Navarone
Faced with the smash of a wall indeed
And going on about it in the Morning to me
Im losing in the head and I gone to far
Force ten from Navarone is a shot fired hard.
Cos we never aimed it
In the box of isolation
Jason, why does the darkness elope?
Cross sectioned. Its not a drink and I don’t fucking smoke.
Jason, why does the darkness elope?
Cross sectioned. Its not a drink and I don’t fucking smoke.
Mummy can’t reach and then a pause
You look different a large green blob
allergic to your own things
get married and go on safari
fucking viral fucking batman video you fucking moron
why don’t you phone up spine bend legs sync scooter club shit smell that’s my road kill hat, don’t touch it
Jason, why does the darkness elope?
Cross sectioned. Its not a drink and I don’t fucking smoke.
Jason, why does the darkness elope?
Cross sectioned. Its not a drink and I don’t fucking smoke.
Instinct is all it’s the meat to our bones
So hang on to the cable car force ten from navarone.
Freeze if you fall so keep ya gun up round ya neck
Force ten from a country, it still believes it’s not dead …but it is….
Fuckin dead
Fuckin dead
Jason, why does the darkness elope?
Cross sectioned. Its not a drink and I don’t fucking smoke.
Jason, why does the darkness elope?
Cross sectioned. Its not a drink and I don’t fucking smoke.
Bet ya never thought it
Force ten from Navarone
Bet ya never used it
We only to seem to use what we are told we own
Till Dipper
Put ya fingers in the till
You don’t care you’re in the kill
Drag the Fucking money out
Spend it on some gear you twat
Put ya fingers in the till
Lie and say the stocks not right
I mean it’s not been for ages as it
Put ya fingers in the till
Cash sale please, card machines still broken
I’m sorry, yea thank you, cash please, thank you that’s cash please thank you
yea sorry mate the card machines still broken, cash please
Share it out and make the call
Order 4 and pills anall
Share it out and make the call
Order 4 and pills anall
Till Dipper
Till Dippers
Till Dipper get ya fingers out the till.
Till Dipper
Till Dippers
Till Dipper get ya finger out the till.
Stick ya neck out
Lie like fuck
Who’s the cunt
It’s all of ‘em
Make the parcel big and white
Sniff the bastard, fuck your life
Sod it all everything’s shit anyway
I hate you and your girlfriend you clueless cunt. Yea I want everything to be lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle , lifestyle
I wanna lifestyle
I wanna a dinner on the table everyday
I wanna have sex after cocktails on sat day
I wanna joke and have confidence in bags
I wanna lifestyle
I wanna house !
Stick ya neck out
lie like fuck
Who’s the cunt
It’s all of em
Till Dipper
Till Dippers
Till Dipper get ya finger out the till.
Till Dipper
Till Dippers
Till Dipper get ya finger out the till.
90 quids fuck all to me
Especially when it comes for free
Spend it on some gear you twat
Club 2000 lap dance twat
Yea it’s my first time
10 pound. Yea it’s my first time.
Club 2000 lap dance twat
Yea its my first time
10 pound yea its my first time
Club 2000 lap dance twat
On the Ground
on the ground
on the ground
They’re on the ground
Looking for you
I showed em what you look like
And told em what ya do
They’re on the ground
I gave em the info
down from the train station.
To the square
You better figure out what ya gunna do
They’re on the ground they’re gunna check you.
You better figure out what ya gunna say
This ain’t a game for everybody
I’m on the ground what d’yer want me to do
I sent a WhatsApp did it go through ?
I see him there he’s the one you want too
I recognise his face from Fucking twitter
You better figure out what ya gunna do
They’re on the ground they’re gunna check you.
You better figure out what ya gunna say
This ain’t a game for everybody
But you cant hide
I seen your face now
And you can’t lie
On The Ground
On The Ground
On The Ground
Where you gunna run too
You fucking try
I bet you regret being so Leary now online
After the noise the city eats me
I feel like shit in a heartbeat
I get strains of air past me
From the stale smell and the dying feeling
You better figure out what ya gunna do
They’re on the ground they’re gunna check you.
You better figure out what ya gunna say
This ain’t a game for everybody
But you cant hide
I seen your face now
And you can’t lie
On The Ground
On The Ground
On The Ground
Where you gunna run too
You fucking try
I bet you regret being so Leary now online
on the ground
on the ground
on the ground
on the ground
Right Wing Beast
You used to neck everything in sight
Down at the club on a Thursday night
It was five 0 here it was five 0 there
It was really messy and we didn’t really care
But what’s gone on what can I see
Ya all getting mugged by the aristocracy
But what’s gone on what can I see
Ya all getting mugged by the right wing beast.
Ya tailored look isn’t real anymore
You’ve actually just reversed into your neighbours wall
I know you really haven’t but you know what I mean
Your heads full of sauce your a tin of baked beans
But what’s gone on what can I see
Ya getting mugged by the aristocracy
But what’s gone on what can I see
Ya getting mugged by the right wing beast.
It’s been for here ages
Death’s stuck pages
Danger shuffle watch that door
It’s been ere forever
It makes the clever
Danger shuffle behind doors.
It’s been for here ages
Death’s stuck pages
Danger shuffle watch that door
It’s been ere forever
It makes the clever
Danger shuffle behind doors.
I thought about deleting you on socials
Because you keep coming in with stuff and it’s winding me up to be honest.
I never see ya. I don’t want to either.
I’ll just end coming round to your house and I’ll just stick my phone in your head
But what’s gone on what can I see
Ya getting mugged by the aristocracy
But what’s gone on what can I see
Ya getting mugged by the right wing beast.
Smash Each Other Up
Press hard cos you wanna be in
You wanna press hard to be better than in
No change no level is flat
Levelling up like tory twat
No streets no line of thought
No country now we’re distraught
No warmth like a paper hat
Falls right in when the cloud spat
Everybody’s getting well narky
Fist fights near sainsbury’s car park
Everybody’s getting well narky
Cars cut up then smash each other up
Press hard when the taste ain’t in
Ignore them bands that belong in the bin
(Go on..Fuck Off)
No time to relive the cut
The air smells when the sun burns it up
No streets no line of thought
No country now we’re distraught
No warmth like a paper hat
Falls right in when the cloud spat
Everybody’s getting well narky
fist fights near sainsbury’s car park
Everybody’s getting well narky
Cars cut up then smash each other up
I wacked someone at the gym
He said “go on then get what ya need”
So I just lost it , let it bleed
Flags fly, Union Jack and Blue n yellow our thoughts fly by
And what else? We want grain or else
When the lines flash past and miss
Bus indicates but you go round it anyway
Lice live in hair so I Dan dare, bites, mekon head from spicy nights, bad madras
As the light shines different on this patch
Everybody’s getting well narky
fist fights near sainsbury’s car park
Everybody’s getting well narky
Cars cut up then smash each other up
Smash each other up
Smash each other up
DON
Don, yea
Don, yea
Don, yea
Yea don, got some flyers made out, little calling cards with don in the middle really small, no fucker could read it and they sold fuck all. got Rockerdero’s hired out Norman J tipped up, nobody else tipped up had to pay him obviously, what the fuck was that all about? They dint give a shit nobody did, nobody fucking cared about whatever, had cats knocking back vodka red bull and touch the leather, why what? sitting about doing fuck all until you ain’t got a pot, its not vanity or just senselessness breath, its the want of the disconnection with the consequences of avin no fuckin money left, the frames got a picture of hell that crept into your blood as you dropped on the table, existing in tight streets and ya dad’s down with fucking other women cos that’s alright with thin meat. that’s, that’s alright dur…
Thin meat
DON
flyer had don in the middle
no fucker bought a ticket
still got chiseled still got acid
still got rank spice crap gag antic
DON
flyer had don in the middle
no fucker bought a ticket
still got chiseled still got acid
still got rank spice crap gag antic
Don
Don
Don, yea
Don, yea
Don, yea
Wanker, still thinks he’s a little boy with a conker, wanker, sliding in n out of houses in the cold light of day who the fuck d’ya think ya are ? Sid James? Comedy gold until you get old and fat then it’s mould mould mould. Tek him down the jumble sale see if you can buy him a toy listening to ya both arguing pre dating Kilroy, the wet hit the white mantle piece until we got an extention but you forget to mention the extention on the end of your erection that went everywhere with open top shirts on and Fucking fifties hair. Who’s moaning? Let the flap of flared trousers hit my shins past tester pots of spray painted painted houses in the tin bin
DON
flyer had don in the middle
no fucker bought a ticket
still got chiseled still got acid
still got rank spice crap gag antic
DON
flyer had don in the middle
no fucker bought a ticket
still got chiseled still got acid
still got rank spice crap gag antic
Don
Don
Acres are the flavours of the clever see
I never should of planned to be oat else but these
Understand the system and you make it so
The clutches of the middle for the falling dough.
Don
Don
Acres are the flavours of the clever see
I never should of planned to be oat else but these
Understand the system and you make it so
The clutches of the middle for the falling dough.
Don
Don
Don
Don
Thin meat
So Trendy
Will I ever get the brace down there
Under the swivel sticks and stupid hair
Under the access code and the Face ID.
There was minute where I had it yea
Just as the lorry turned and left the air
Under the access code and the Face ID.
Im sick of looking at the windmill gear
A bag of flour and neck scarf ere
Under the access codes of the new ID
So Trendy
So Trendy
So Trendy
You get seen and you wanna stick too it
Hey it’s back and Bicep day
Check out all my squiggly veins
I got 57 screenshots in one hour just in case
I appeal to random peeps
Through a filter they know me
Think I’ll get a mushroom haircut and
A cross earring
Wait it’s the jet pack man
The mysterious jet pack man
Flying over LAX i wonder where he’s off too next.
So Trendy
So Trendy
So Trendy
You get seen and you wanna stick too it
And I don’t need no jet
And fashion suicide
Ya got ya top gun classes upside down you goose ya snide
Ya know they don’t chase you they always chase we cos
everybody wants a piece We’re so trendy x5
I Claudius
Superman sweatshirt on
Christmas Eve was the best one
With brown wood tv, rockery
Steam from the pot and the drinks
You can’t put one out
Even when your heart hangs
Like a loose stool that won’t drop
Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won’t make you stop in the shed
What chance does the kids you had
Have just piss artists like you and dad just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself, love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf
I Claudius, ITV at noon, Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
I Claudius, ITV at noon, Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
does he eat dad? Dad?
Does he eat dad? Dad?
The silent enemy lurks looks trustworthy but when the guards down it will sing
What’s fucking wrong with loving ya country? Everything!
The silent enemy that hangs like nets
And tries to catch You so it can eat you, bitter din din, you can’t trust these bastards they won’t throw you back in
You know that garden you had done
With your tight roads
How did they park up
How did they unload ?
You know that digger you bought
You know that Lorry you load
How did you park up
How did you unload ?
Oh fuck, panic code
You never forget them digits
You never let go
Oh fuck, panic code
You never put it down like a bucket
Ere can you hold my bum and fuck it
While I get my cock out.
I Claudius, ITV at noon, Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
I Claudius, ITV at noon, Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
Palm angels loser You don’t talk about me I had a rough ride gettin ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kids car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I’ll Fuckin fill ya up, shut up.
Palm angels loser You don’t talk about me I had a rough ride gettin ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kids car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I’ll Fuckin fill ya up, shut up.
Pit to pit
Pit to pit
In inches
Look at you
Arrrgh
I look better than you
Heads gone stew
Pit to pit
In inches
Look at you
Arrrgh
I look better than you
Heads gone stew
Lockdown and signs in Barron landscapes
Hot weather and fuck sakes
Pit to pit
Bars full of people getting pissed
I push by, hit the shop for some eggs and
I try to get over the argument in the house
That I just had, in the heat of June and fucking more lockdown, well yea, the beer looks good but I shouldn’t, the beer looks good and I wouldn’t, I’ve been a good boy for five long years and I’m not gunna mess that up
I’ve been a good boy for five long years and I’m not gunna fuck that up
Pit to pit
In inches
Look at you
Arrrgh
I look better than you
Heads gone stew
Pit to pit 25 inches, 24, Inside 25.5. Straight to your door. Now prison it ain’t unrealistic it’s right near me I could go, get nicked for oat, go prison oh fuck Chance it on a hundred quid, might be to fuckin big, get it altered, looks like a bathrobe , sweat it out, hide it in the wardrobe, my partner thinks I’m being secretive and I am, I’m so strange, so lockdown fucked up ways, the behaviours of the unsaved
so lockdown fucked up ways, the behaviours of the unsaved,
so lockdown fucked up ways…
Pit to pit
In inches
Look at you
Arrrgh
I look better than you
Heads gone stew
Pit to pit
In inches
Look at you
Arrrgh
I look better than you
Heads gone stew
I look better than you
Cos I know how to wear it
Better than you cos I mean it I do
Better than you cos I still Fuckin live it
Better than you cos I mean it I do.
I look better than you
Cos I know how to wear it
Better than you cos I mean it I do
Better than you cos I still Fuckin live it
Better than you cos I mean it I do.
Pit to pit
Cos i know how to wear it
Pit to Pit look better than you
Pit to pit
Cos i know how to wear it
Pit to Pit look better than you
Pit to pit
Cos i know how to wear it
Pit to Pit look better than you
Pit to pit
Cos i know how to wear it
Pit to Pit look better than you
Straight to your door
Straight to your door
Straight to your door
Straight to your door
Apart From You
There’s a system and there’s you
Running around you split the person down
There’s a system and there’s two
Of you Running around you try to file it down
Everybody and then you
Running around you try to file it down
In the hate speak and the queue
Running around you try to file it down
There’s no wisdom and no food
Running around run round the island now
At self service and coffee too
Running around run round the island now
When the guards wait look at you.
Card or Cash and press receipt if you want too
When the guards wait ’n look at you
Card or cash and press receipt if you want too.
Buy some time in the hole
In the waiting room of soul
In the depths invisible to everyone
Apart from you
Buy some time in the hole
And the waiting rooms are cold
In the depths invisible to everyone apart from you.
Don’t you listen I told you
Falling around inside a closed down pipe
As the rain slides over you
Bricks are salted moss and slaughtered
In the drains go our every move
Swimming around inside a closed drainpipe
As the ground hangs, presses you
Bricks are salted moss and slaughtered.
Buy some time in the hole
In the waiting room of soul
In the depths invisible to everyone
Apart from you
Buy some time in the hole
And the waiting rooms are cold
In the depths invisible to everyone apart from you.
There’s a system
Running around
There’s a system of you
Running around
Everybody running around
in the hate speak
Running around
There’s a system
Running around
There’s a system of you
Running around
Everybody running around
in the hate speak
Running around
Tory Kong
She’s never though has she
she don’t fucking need too
And she knows it
Oh really ?
Yea he does it all
Really?
Yea he does it all
Tory Kong
Yea.
I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go to that island. Mythical beast. Flesh eating monster.
Tory kong
Tory Kong
Midge Ur’d ya so did i
I heard ya little mouth go cry cry cry
I’m always deeper I dunno, why
You think results come out ya arse
They fall out the sky
Suns out, yea, guns out
Make em pay at 9.05 on morning news
My babies got the blues, you ever thought leaving her then?
(Wanker)
I’m always deeper I dunno why
You think results come out ya arse
they fall out of the sky.
I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go to that island. Mythical beast. Flesh eating monster.
Tory kong
Tory Kong
Nugget master, watch em dash
throw them little boulders down I make em dash the pan (dash the cash!)
Nothing after one sheet then slash
Theres be gunna be some hurdles ere
It’s basic fuckin maths
there’s gunna be an hurdle
My 24 hr curdle ? I’ve got it on!
Twat, What the URL you playing at
We ain’t pretentious no this ain’t a
Disco nap
What the URL are you playing at
I’ll just hit ya and it’ll ruin ya, you won’t go out
Yea.
I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go to that island. Mythical beast. Flesh eating monster.
Tory Kong
Tory Kong
I don’t believe ya you got note man
I don’t believe you hang around with criminals drinking cans.
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You use choreography ffs, blowing smoke up the arse of Balenciaga Paris fashion week.
I don’t believe ya you got note man
I don’t believe you hang around with criminals drinking cans.
I said how are you any better at bleak?
You don’t eat raw sauso you don’t touch that meat you don’t chop raw sauso
Pepper it, herbs and fucking merry Christmas meat
I don’t believe ya you got note man
I do believe you hang around with criminals drinking cans.
Yea.
I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go to that island. Mythical beast. Flesh eating monster.
Tory Kong
Tory Kong
What the URL are you playing at
We ain’t pretentious
We don’t need disco naps
What the URL are you playing out
We ain’t pretentious
We don’t need disco naps
Rhythms of Class
Well come on ya’ll it’s time to get down to the one two three and four.
Well don’t take long bring ya friends along and we’ll get them moves and more
Well come on ya’ll it’s time to get down to the one two three and four.
Everybody knows when the door still sez it’s closed that it opens out for lots of Fuckin others
The sign flips round on string the lights beam down that it’s serving up double quiche in the gutters
The hard bodies look at the competition as it passes near the coffee shops window
The brackets up it’s thick like a good lipstick
It’s the rhythms of class and here it’s ere though
The mazes in the courtyard trimmed and dense spitting out double haze from the hoses
The mazes in the courtyard laugh like fuck at the people who don’t win cos they like too
The channel carries hope, mobility or the rope carrying the new money from one area to another
You go from fry ups on the street to Yeezy’s on the green eating sourdough with eggs yea my brother
And oh
That’s how they’re living now in China
That’s how they live wherever satellites can’t bring these pictures home.
And oh
That’s how they’re living now wherever
That’s how they’re living everywhere we think it’s even worse than home.
It’s nearly here I think, between rich between the stink as the gap disappears in the papers
The scene is set like cheese but the gulf stream doesn’t breeze so the cheese whiffs like a tiny tears no takers
We Make it feel tough with the walk and bit of rough and the disregard for any painful reason
I’m dim like a switch and McDonald’s stinks of Lynx with that little tit who thinks he’s here for women
And oh
That’s how they’re living now in China
That’s how they live wherever satellites can’t bring these pictures home.
And oh
That’s how they’re living now wherever
That’s how they’re living everywhere we think it’s even worse than home.
Slender, Swaped coke nights for coke light
Bender SPS that’s slim,
Positive and successful mission laid not stressful always a low light for the dim
Slender, Swaped coke nights for coke light
Bender SPS that’s slim,
Positive and successful mission laid not stressful always a low light for the dim
And oh
That’s how they’re living now in China
That’s how they live wherever satellites can’t bring these pictures home.
And oh
That’s how they’re living now wherever
That’s how they’re living everywhere we think it’s even worse than home.
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