This is a song about "English rights"

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Where every recipient, property of the state

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Remember to fight for your rights, no backing down

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him