The get kicked out your country And said the Plege of Allegiance six monthly He ain't hardly go to Been to rock a party and do karate on a ghoul Get your dome strangled While in London town he sported a Kangol And did his to blend in Even till the endin', borderline Not quite, do it where you from? Or more if you scared, prepared or mad hod that all thirsty, get the old man caught And a tad short, random thought Show support for the troops in the street Before the troop (?) he put a of poop in the beat get it loopin' complete So she do the hula-hoop she spin it with her teeth Ball, beat 'em all, the daily affirmation Like every day the same songs play at the radio They to change they compilation Before he stomp the place in, complication Watch comes pouring out your face skin Pissing in the waste bin, boring "What do you guys do? do you do?" Wussy, the style is clad Y'all need to practice like he need some real bad And that's the most he could Never tell a lie, and when he boast, rise Keep it on the Speak it on the mumble, creep, dive and Back on his feet, tremble and crumble your best wide receiver, incomplete fumble The whole rumble Remember it's just a game, keep your on, numbskull! Things could get uncomfortable and That's why he wear the metal mask, me I be dreamin' in the daytime schemin', I think I see them by the layline (?) wouldn't be him, he's a goner Laid out in the gutter, see him on corner, foreigner "Excuse me? Can we interupt you for two minutes? are you doing?"