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You are now about to witness my lack of street knowledge
Straight outta lockdown,
lazy brother named THE DUDE
Formed a gang called diggers With Altitudes
Work is called off, I got a paid off
Strains getting quicker, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, nay luck like me
The police are gettin dafter come and get me
Off my ass, that's it I'm goin out
For the drunk fish truckers  10 downing hanging out
Boris start to mumble, the public grumble
Stop them mixing and this will fix this fumble
Goin out visit my mother like that
With a gap that's  turned to the past
So roll it up  please dont lose
News not tellin when I'm allowed to move
There's a another sap to keep yo guessin
With a time when we are winning
Covid-19  in his drool
Don't make me react  to the motherin fool
Laying the dead toe to toe, real vaccine no maybe
I'm clockin Tiggers never out tha box, daily
Yo weekly, monthly and poorly
Until them dumb politicians see clearly
That I'm down with the capital SAD
Boy no luck with me
So long all neighbourhoods, hope for luck
Coz Boris is crazy as 
As  Britain leaves, believe I'm a Scotsman
But when I am let out, boy, I'm comin straight outta lockdown
Lauren
Whassup?
Put the kettle on
Straight outta lockdown, another lazy crass politician
More weed I smoke, yo, my debt gets bigger
I'm a bald mother er and you know this
But the pussies are in charge don't show this
But I don't have no luck, I'm make my laps round the block
If not from my changes to decor, from clappin the nurses and docs
Just like anniversary, this s never ending
And when the baliffs call moneys lacking
Soup of my mother er its off gotta bin it
Find a good politician, don't believe it
So if you're a bit slow you in the front row
All the dead in a ditch cause of the Co
You'll probably be glad liking being rich as opposed to
But that shows me, , you're confused to
An end to shops in the street
Attitude quit cause I'm not sharing my 
Pfizer  knows  your arthritic?
For any so dumb wanna buy space static
Not the right brand all that was left on the shelf
Every time hoping the numbers contain myself
The city isa no-go and that's a law
T-E-N spells ten back before its draw
See, coz I'm the sick of being in
The definition is muddled, you're coughs are a killin
Politicians takin place without a clue
And once you've lost all hope, the floor is falling through
Look, takes no one a trip
Be in before ten carry your mask a tip
Straight outta lockdown..
lazy is my name and the boy is not copin...
Straight outta lockdown
Not seen my brother sister mother
Haven't met your sister think I love her
When this  is beaten none can tell
And if I ever catch it going to hell
See, I don't give a , that's the problem
I see a motherin cop I Tik-tok him
But  miss my smart car, play low, creep-Radiohead for a while
And when I see the last past, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude so many dying
Boris don't know where the  he's going, just rollin
Lookin for the easy call
But here's a flash, they never see me
The truth is less Never seen like a clean park
E.u. refusing unload, see I'll get over the lack of vegetation
And hear the scream of the one who got the last inoculation
Wont work and I'm guessing
With side effects no ones  forgettin
So what about the rich who got shots?  em
Don't give a damn about the rich I ain't a sucker!
Waiting for the autopsy of me, and if you ever get to see
You'll get taken by surprise you will see
Words of a motherer, straight outta lockdown
Damn that  who created hope
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