DWP
(On the dole)
I don't really follow the news much these days
But I hear it's bad
There's something so entertaining 'bout the way
We all watch, listen and then react to
Anything, everything, happening all around I was
In the back of the queue for the DWP
When I finally broke my back
Fighting this little drummer boy
And then I realised
Rum pa pa pum pum
I just got jumped by an office job chump
So now I've dumped my UC on drugs and dumb fun
Next stop is uni
That's more money from your government funds
I'm a tories worst nightmare
Welfare grabbing, four pack of beer buying
Knife crime condoning, happy slapping
Laughing, homeless bum who's still drunk from the last year
And you can ask me all you like if I'm stupid
And I'll still say the same fucking thing
I won't pay-
Priti Patel no-
Givens
Or give no-
Boris the fucking time
So just turn around and get fucked, Guv
I'm on a whole mazza, shooting up in your bathroom
I bunked school, I bunked court
And I'll bunk any registered appointment with a white shirt cunt!
Gimme the loot
Cos I need it
Money and cash, run it and dash
Welfare or wealth fearing?
Don't give me that look
Don't ask reasons
Poor when I was born
And I'm still teefing
So just give me the P's
So I can break even for the weekend
And spend all my dole in one evening
And 'til I go mental
I got three, five scores on my sanctions
And I'm thankful I ain't sent to the centre
Yes sir, thank you, yes I'm bless sir
Wasteman, I ain't tryna roll to the next job!
Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month
Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off!
I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
3 bill for the month and
I reckon that's enough for
132 beers, 12 bottles of wine
2 litre bottles of spiced rum
And the rest I can spend on noodles
Housing benefit covers the rent
And if it don't, then fuck it, I'm leaving
I ain't dealing with none of this healthy living anymore
I can just sleep on the bus
I got 3 GCSE's, could give a fuck about thinking too much
My heads such a mess think I need PIP
I've been fucking dead since CBBC
So 'til the Queen, gives me a GBE
Imma keep robbing from DWP
So give me more money, more money, yes please
I don't ask for much just enough to get me through the week
And with all the gambling debts
And ticks for shots coming for my neck
What's 300 a month gonna do to prevent my stress?
I guess, I best
Get a sick note and tell 'em I'm depressed
A broken systems biggest threat is a starving nation regret
And oh boy, the masses are fuming
But 'til the revolution is televised
I'll be on UC, with a beer, watching movies
Gimme the loot
Cos I need it
Money and cash, run it and dash
Welfare or wealth fearing?
Don't give me that look
Don't ask reasons
Poor when I was born
And I'm still teefing
So just give me the P's
So I can break even for the weekend
And spend all my dole in one evening
And 'til I go mental
I got three, five scores on my sanctions
And I'm thankful I ain't sent to the centre
Yes sir, thank you, yes I'm bless sir
Wasteman, I ain't tryna roll to the next job!
Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month
Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off!
I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
...
I don't really follow the news much these days
But I hear it's bad
There's something so entertaining 'bout the way
We all watch, listen and then react to
Anything, everything, happening all around I was
In the back of the queue for the DWP
When I finally broke my back
Fighting this little drummer boy
And then I realised
Rum pa pa pum pum
I just got jumped by an office job chump
So now I've dumped my UC on drugs and dumb fun
Next stop is uni
That's more money from your government funds
I'm a tories worst nightmare
Welfare grabbing, four pack of beer buying
Knife crime condoning, happy slapping
Laughing, homeless bum who's still drunk from the last year
And you can ask me all you like if I'm stupid
And I'll still say the same fucking thing
I won't pay-
Priti Patel no-
Givens
Or give no-
Boris the fucking time
So just turn around and get fucked, Guv
I'm on a whole mazza, shooting up in your bathroom
I bunked school, I bunked court
And I'll bunk any registered appointment with a white shirt cunt!
Gimme the loot
Cos I need it
Money and cash, run it and dash
Welfare or wealth fearing?
Don't give me that look
Don't ask reasons
Poor when I was born
And I'm still teefing
So just give me the P's
So I can break even for the weekend
And spend all my dole in one evening
And 'til I go mental
I got three, five scores on my sanctions
And I'm thankful I ain't sent to the centre
Yes sir, thank you, yes I'm bless sir
Wasteman, I ain't tryna roll to the next job!
Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month
Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off!
I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
3 bill for the month and
I reckon that's enough for
132 beers, 12 bottles of wine
2 litre bottles of spiced rum
And the rest I can spend on noodles
Housing benefit covers the rent
And if it don't, then fuck it, I'm leaving
I ain't dealing with none of this healthy living anymore
I can just sleep on the bus
I got 3 GCSE's, could give a fuck about thinking too much
My heads such a mess think I need PIP
I've been fucking dead since CBBC
So 'til the Queen, gives me a GBE
Imma keep robbing from DWP
So give me more money, more money, yes please
I don't ask for much just enough to get me through the week
And with all the gambling debts
And ticks for shots coming for my neck
What's 300 a month gonna do to prevent my stress?
I guess, I best
Get a sick note and tell 'em I'm depressed
A broken systems biggest threat is a starving nation regret
And oh boy, the masses are fuming
But 'til the revolution is televised
I'll be on UC, with a beer, watching movies
Gimme the loot
Cos I need it
Money and cash, run it and dash
Welfare or wealth fearing?
Don't give me that look
Don't ask reasons
Poor when I was born
And I'm still teefing
So just give me the P's
So I can break even for the weekend
And spend all my dole in one evening
And 'til I go mental
I got three, five scores on my sanctions
And I'm thankful I ain't sent to the centre
Yes sir, thank you, yes I'm bless sir
Wasteman, I ain't tryna roll to the next job!
Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month
Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off!
I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
Say I ain't doing enough right now
'Til you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!
...
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