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Dance little one little one
Miso becki with a gun in her hand
And a hole in her stockings
And a tear in her knickers
Artic cold it makes her shiver
But she's numb to the chill
Keeping warm from the thrill
Oh miso becki won't you run oh won't you run
She move so smooth yet she walk through fire
No sweat upon her as she standing with a gun
Make haste oh haste down to the wire
Rue de Rivoli Paris
She gonna burn the louvre down
Gonna build a new one cuz uh
Art should be free and
If you dont agree with it, do one
Beg on knees like a capitalist
Wait on the bankers to give ya a sip
Go ask a noble to spare you a crumb
Meanwhile old miso be nicking it
Breathe seen cuz it's chilly to a great degree
She 18 boy you sound quite rapey
Fake scream for lady of the make believe
And her cape is the colour of a nosebleed
Silly pauper thinking oh she don't know me
She knows you and she fights for your whole crew
Miso robbin you blind now you can't see
Maybe don't be bitch or so cunty
Got the devil in her grin when she planning licks
Never less than a ten when she landing it
Got the king in his court barely standing this
And the pope and his pimps damn damning it
Anti camelot never fair never stable
Kill the rich but the ones making less able
Kill a knight in the day cuz
All I see is white men at a round table