I said there's nothing great about the place we live in
Nothing great about Britain (Nothing great about Britain)
Sip a cup of tea whilst we're spittin'
There's nothing great about Britain

Bottle of Bucky in Buckingham Palace
There's coppers from Scotland all the way down to Dagenham
Waving a black cab
Munchin' a fag
Had to skip the flights, I ain't chasing the dragon
You look like death warmed up
She ain't a spice just a korma
I ain't Dizzee, I'm just a boy in a corner
Call me "King Whitey", puking up off a corner
All I tasted is korma, ASBO restraining order
I put manners on a punk, 'cause I haven't had my skunk
Miss teddy I ain't ten I squeeze your neck until you pop
I was waiting on my friends outside the local shops
See the feathers turning red, white beauty hold a swan
Walking 'cross the Thames
Firing slingshots 'cause its nee naw nee naw
Dem waiting 'cause po
I am a prodigy they made me
I wear chains like my granddad did in slavery
You're about as black as Ainsley that's bounty
Appropriate the culture before they take heed
Change dream more shape and break please
'Cause these industries are tryna constrain we

Pick it up
Put it down
Bend it
It breaks and you can't fix it without me (Nothing great about Britain)
Fucking pussyhole

I'm a geezer
Botch job the builder ain't know better
So called gangster I'll put cheese in your cellar
Ayia Napa popping bottles, what's up fella?
You play the decoy I'll take food from the cellar
Top lad oi oi oi oi, oi girl whats your ploy
That man's your boy, I'll slap man way too coy
Three lions, Real McCoy, you're EDL, real English boys, St George's flag, Doc Martin boy
Call her a slag, but don't mean it boy
Don't ask, don't get, how you get, nice things, life, moves fast, roundabouts and swings
Swings and roundabouts you're round my kid
Grass ain't always greener where the other side lives
Nothing great about Britain
Tea 'n biscuits, mash, jellied eels and a couple little trinkets
East end you Phil Mitchell
Get stabbed with the Phillips
Hand on my heart I swear I'm proud to be British

(Kate Middleton) Kate Middleton now (I'd wifey her I would)
I wouldn't lie, you're an English rose, I wouldn't lie to you
I tell you how it is, I will treat you with the utmost respect
Only if you respect me a little bit Elizabeth, you cunt

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Writer(s): Kwes Darko, Tyrone Frampton