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Don't give me no Wackaboob aka Covid19 drill rap

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 ***** 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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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