[Verse 1]

Bellower bellowed, "Who would believe we got pot?"

It’s a sign of the times like a cliché, written non-stop

Full metal jackets get sprung

Tanks that boil in a bag, the gunner

Stop, there’s a drop off

Hartley Hare and Vladimir’s got his top off

He’s got his top off, quick reach for your bit

Shit, he’s so fit

Big banger, number ten can’t gimme that Bruce Banner

I got crisis stamina

Full marathon, four poo breaks

I can feel the shit from your crisis rays spray up my back

Because in England nobody can hear you scream

You're just fucked, lads

[Chorus]

This is UK GRIM

Keep that desk area tidy

Put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM

This is UK GRIM

Keep that desk arеa tidy

Put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM

[Verse 2]

Your perceivеd contradictory and hypocritical fate

There’s no top five album when you're off the grid

Fuck all that

I’m not here to please you, mate

Liz Truss, conformity

The smooth streets in the business quarter

Where the white Range Rovers hum

They sound lovely

White shirts and lunch bellies

Threesomes and wealth measles

Penetrate the cornflakes

I want it all like a crack forest gateau

I do drugs in my head so I can still go to bed

As I pound the slabs of this dreamscape into X

[Chorus]

This is UK GRIM

Keep that desk area tidy

Put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM

This is UK GRIM

Keep that desk area tidy

Put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM

[Bridge]

But when it’s gone

Leave the trails in the mindset

But when they come

Like a dawn raid smashed the mindset

But when it’s gone

Leave the trails in the mindset

But when they come

Like a dawn raid smashed the mindset

But when’s it’s gone

Leave the trails in the mindset

But when they come

Like a dawn raid smashed the mindset

[Outro]

This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin

This is UK GRIM, put it in the fuckin' bin