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Don't give me no Wackaboob
Don't give me no MotherSmother
Telling me to isolate,
Don't make me your brother!
From HMG to the H To the M to the R to the C
I'm packing my P60,
So you can't audit me
Ain't filing no returns
I'm not paying VAT
Who you calling non Dom
Cummings ain't my cup of tea.
Boris on Lockdown
Rishi broke the bank
Can't get into ASDA
I'm going to get a tank
For my homies
Too late to get away now,
No planes,
no trains,
not playing no games
Ain't never going to back down
Government's going to pay my tent
Before they start the crackdown.
So.............
Don't gimme no Wackaboob
Don't gimme no MotherSmother
If we all isolate
Can we still love each other?

We are the Mother's mothers
Our choice to Wackaboob,
It's time to isolate,
So we don't lose one another.

Sisters on furlough
About time our truth was spoke
Do we want to go back to
the madness and the smoke
Of pollution choking all our kids
Working 3 gigs to survive
And you want to call that woke?
Soldiers on the corner
Doing county lines
Sell your sister for a ten bag
But the Feds don't want to know
They've got the 'rona boner
Wanna check if your buying wrongbow
Or sunbathing in the park
Gotta be a loner,
We're all just flying solo
So....
We are the Mother's mothers
Just have to Wackaboob,
Corona's here to stay
So one way or another
give up our dreams and say
We will protect our brothers

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