Dead Prime Ministers

Dead prime ministers

Reigns of hate continue to rain

Civilisation on the edge of cannibalism

Disaster preaches the age of calamity

Asks us to dig graves,

Filled with a coward's seed

The fruit of which sweeten the cherry lips of barbarism

Here, have a taste

Take a sip of this ignorant bliss

Hold it within

So your skin becomes a chest

To suppress the rest

So only barbarism is left

And we plunge down that rabbit hole

The Thatcher cat and mad hatter

Don't turn in their graves

Singing and dancing for bants

Drawing gats

On strips of trees

Folded, tied into straps

Unleashed

Paid for by dark cesspools in the gruesome underbelly

Where the only thing darker

Than the lives they lead

Are their teeth

And their slicked back hair

Sparing tales of sweet lips

In a tempest of pipe dreams

Carrying scythes and hooded up

Gang bangers clapping dissenters

Tryna sell crack,

I mean tryna sell medicine

I mean tryna sell the health service

Roadmen with badges and batons

Mandem meet in Westminster

To plot the best way to exploit

They ain't all Protestant

But I swear these wasps are resistant to protest

It's boring me, makes me wanna buzzkill

Get a buzzcut and full metal jacket Downing Street

The war has already been fought and lost

Oh there was death

In the fall of Saxons

Continuity, old conquerors fear the new

A middle finger that writes of ignant bliss to the voices we don’t listen to

An irritating silence in the back that needs you

Resonating resiliently as it races to reach rare ears, yet

Powerless in providing provisions for the people that produce it

The Ps of the rich rule the pay of impoverished, poor, persecuted, pawns

So the Queen’s conquest was not squashed but stalled

And it caused the coming

Of we

The New Dukes

Here at the door

Of Britain it's blatant

That messiah May won't die for your sins

Steady balancing black bodies

On a pendulum of hairs it's scary

Better get lairy

Let Sodom propagate

Creatives of the rampaging age procreate

But mama said,

Mama said careful letting oyinbo women be your heroines

I mean heroin

Yeah I said it, don't @ me

No time to fear hoteps and alt reichs and white feminists

The trilogy of terror, bedded together to fuck us up

Will barely get my socks off before they're done

No time to play house

Eject the sims and turn the xbox off

Because, when I raise race

Try not to race

To diss and cuss the discourse

Let's discuss the cause

Cause we're off course

And costs cascade to cast hate

In veins they course

So talk that talk instead of

Cutting off the call

Talk that talk boy pull of the hip and word them up

As we veer

Towards a world of pain

Love trumps hate

But love is lost

Trump has won

The victor declares justice

Weakness is plight

Witnessing,

The odd and familiar sight

Where might is right

Rhyme scheme lowkey

To highlight the fragility

So ask Tai

Even from the heights of Mt Tai

Did you see, did you see,

The sea

And the exodus from Eden

Did you see, did you see,

Dead Prime Ministers

That chase five syla

Six figure salary

Seven days of grief

Four hours aside for the sesh

For debauchery

Wait

Let me fix my prezi

Pick the slide, time to write and re-rhyme signs of decline like deep lines on the mind, designed to bring light to the hive

Can you deep this?

It was always the intent to go over your head with a cold tough flow

Like an armed drone in the north pole

So I declare it's high time for the high tide

Face time Noah y'all it's showtime