[Bob Savage]

Militant daydreams

Sick of their payschemes

Assad buncha cunts like the Syrian regime

Ain't spitting it mainstream

We're underground, crawl from the grave

Kush Zombies came for a draw of your grade

All of your grade, mate, call it a plague

Graveyard rap, don't call it a spade

...Typical workers

Political murders

Give CEOs real physical mergers

No longer love life, nah they're living it scared

'cos Q E L D be the Living Impaired

Honestly, gotta be

Zombie economy

Q E L D: South West Sean Connery

Dead man monopoly

No red man that's stopping me

No green cross code, don't flow that monotony

Stop look n listen

Got kush n piff in

Wasteman rap but you're not looking spiffing

You're not crook you're snitching

You're not good at spitting

Your rap face is how mine looks when I'm shitting

Yo... it's the old trouble starters

Keep kicking off like the Tolpuddle Martyrs

Haymarket Rioting

They start admiring

My Goodness Gracious Great Bars are Firing

Voodoo labour, graveyards are hiring

Night of the Working Dead, they aren't retiring

Work us to death, get played hard like violins

Mozart or Godspeed

Bogart your bogweed

White Walker rap, Jenre Baratheon

Savage man Bobby Dothraki

You can't roll, you've forgotten your baccy

Mad Potter like Harry, they keep on trying me

But I know what's Wat-son, Hermione

Hodor emcees stop riding me

Irony

I respect you like the state respects your privacy