Jenre - The Working Dead lyrics

[Bob Savage] Militant daydreams Sick of their payschemes Assad buncha c*nts 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 sh**ting 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 d**h, 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