DWP - Intellectual

I don’t really follow the news much these days, but I hear it’s bad

There’s something so entertaining ‘bout the way we all watch, listen and then react to -

Anything, everything, happening all around I was -

In the back of the queue for the DWP when I finally broke my back fighting this little drummer boy and then I realised -

Rum pa pa pum pum, I just got jumped by an office job chump

So now I’ve dumped my UC on drugs and dumb fun

Next stop is uni

That’s more money from your government funds

I’m a tories worst nightmare

Wеlfare grabbing, four pack of beer buying

Knife crime condoning, happy slapping, laughing, homеless bum who’s still drunk from the last year

And you can ask me all you like if I’m stupid

And I’ll still say the same fucking thing

I won’t pay -

Priti Patel no

Givens -

Or give no -

Boris the fucking time

So just turn around and get fucked, Guv

I’m on a whole mazza, shooting up in your bathroom

I bunked school, I bunked court and I’ll bunk any registered appointment with a white shirt, cunt!

Gimme the loot

Cos I need it

Money and cash, run it and dash

Welfare or wealth fearing?

Don’t give me that look

Don’t ask reasons

Poor when I was born

And I’m still teefing

So just give me the P’s so I can break even for the weekend and spend all my dole in one evening

And till I go mental

I got three, five scores on my sanctions

And I’m thankful I ain’t sent to the centre

Yes sir, thank you, yes I’m bless sir

Wasteman, I ain’t tryna roll to the next job!

Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month

Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off!

I ain’t doing enough right now

Till you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit!

Say I ain’t doing enough right now

Till you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit! (x3)

3 bill for the month and

I reckon that’s enough for

132 beers, 12 bottles of wine, 2 litre bottles of spiced rum and the rest I can spend on noodles

Housing benefit covers the rent and if it don’t, then fuck it, I’m leaving

I ain’t dealing with none of this healthy living anymore

I can just sleep on the bus

I got 3 GCSE’s, could give a fuck about thinking too much

My heads such a mess think I need PIP

I’ve been fucking dead since CBBC

So till the Queen, gives me a GBE

Imma keep robbing from DWP

So give me more money, more money, yes please

I don’t ask for much just enough to get me through the week

And with all the gambling debts and ticks for shots coming for my neck

What’s 300 a month gonna do to prevent my stress? I guess, I best

Get a sick note and tell em I’m depressed

A broken systems biggest threat is a starving nation regret

And oh boy, the masses are fuming

But till the revolution is televised, I’ll be on UC, with a beer, watching movies...