"Richest Killers Pt. 2 (Remix)" lyrics

(Hey you, don't watch that, watch this!
This is the heavy heavy monster sound
The nuttiest sound around)

R.I.P to the great-a Queen Lizzie
Ought-a might-a drink my tea
Might-a get-a stained gold teeth
Might-a get-a T, S, G
Rapping on the UK beat
Ran away to seek my dreams
Sorta like a Prince Harry
But I don't like my mother

Ruggers isn't Ruggers without those soggy biscuits
And all my opps and lords, they get enraged when I'm explicit
"Order! Order!" When I'm shagging your missus
Escort her, escort her to my private villas
Falter, falter, like Labor politicians
Warmer, warmer than David Cameron's dishes
Maggie in the ground, good place for a sinner
But as for Brits' rap even she know I'm a winner
And I'm only getting bigger (Yes)
Five-course meal, spotted dick for my dinner (Mmm)
Money coming in, making bands like a vicar (Mmm)
Blew up past year, came back; six figures (What?)

R.I.P. to the great-a Queen Lizzie (Rest in peace)
Ought-a might-a drink my tea (Delicious)
Might-a get-a stained gold teeth (Huh?)
Might-a get-a T, S, G (Who?)
Rapping on the UK beat (What?)
Ran away to seek my dreams (What?)
Sorta like a Prince Harry
But I don't like my mother