This is a song about "Being english"

I'm doing the same thing

For going on being

The best english speaking people all around the continent

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

He was very clever in english science and math

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Fuck being counterfeit

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

For going on being

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Can't finish meal gotta english feel