The Wall'd Cup Song

Come in with the wall p
4 fat MC's
King of the jungle, I got 3
Lions on my shirt
If you wanna feel the hurt
You should get down on the floor
So you can check your mother's skirt
Harry on the ball, kane scores them all
From the floor to the wall he makes the call
With Jack on the left he can pass the rest
To the back of the net and then fuck the ref

Fuck the EU, signed the wall people
Their common policies agricultural
They ain't Good man like Saul
European union get split like Maul
Our bars are free from malformation
We escaped to save our nation
For the bananas you banned your gonna catch these hands
I'm gonna spin your head like a ceiling fan
With curvature abnormal
Go in on your arsehole raw till you've had your fill
Waging war till full time's called
Please suck on Southgates balls
By order of the people in the Walls

We are gonna win, oh win it all
When it's getting hard, the rest will fall
King of the jungle, or not at all
We will bring it home, or not at all

Bitch got a full-back and I pocket sterling
Six foot three and built like Erling
Magic like merlin, got your girl squirtin
I'd be a virgin if UKIP had a turn-in office
Always in the bush like Steve Irwin
With the ethnic slurs in
Got the baking tray and I'm serving
Score so many goals
Make em look like bowls
Defence full of holes were moles
Yeah they call me Billingham
Surname Gillingham
Girls I'm filling-em
Rappers I'm grillen-am, to Jack im winging-em
Wringing-em, stinging-em, slinging-em
Yeah I'm killing-em
Yeah I'm chel-mo, cake like jel-o
Pull up on a bitch and she say hell-no
Dunk my bags on a bitch
And give her PG's Tips
Got a girl? Tryna lips
Keep her off the footie pitch

You hate us cuz you aint us
Heart-ache made us
Don't care if you're a O-A-P, bloke, ba-by, bro, lady
Let's stand up for the same team
Go crazy for the same dream from the 1960's, remix me
Spit 16 for southgates waisty bro dont be hasty
No time wasty we got finals make G

Unlike ya Dad it's coming back home
These lads will have us cuming at home
We both flow off the dome, and done bits at home
Play the field and plough foreign bros
Move sylla-balls in space ET phone home
But please don't take me home
Finish with a Tardar and an Au-vouir
Hitting these bars up like Frank Lampard
I hope they all cross the line by far
They go over ya head so go scan VAR
You won't catch em like Ro Green
Get on both knees, no close team
Just pass us the trophy
We could slap ya back with a can in the hand
While we're singing for Engerland
No gas birds faint when they see this mannschaft
Fuck up your country like Maggie Thatcha

We are gonna win, oh win it all
When it's getting hard, the rest will fall
King of the jungle, or not at all
We will bring it home, or not at all
We are gonna win, oh win it all
When it's getting hard, the rest will fall
King of the jungle, or not at all
We will bring it home, or not at all



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Thomas
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