[Verse 1] Arrested. Because I protested? Nah. Suggested explosives find their way to your ma. Fish n’ chips on your finger tips. Licks. licks of flames warns of dangerous tricks. When the mailman comes you’ll be spread through the acres. Come one come all, accepting all takers. Potassium chlorate, pressure cookers. hints of thermite, reassure onlookers. The ticking is gonna stop soon. Boom! Dust clouds are filling the room. Boom! Is it pipe bombs or anthrax? Forgotten tracks or booby traps? Relax.. When you least expect it, expect attacks. Another package in the stacks. Good luck chaps. I’m too tired to watch my feet. Stumble mindlessly through the beat. Walk with no rhythm, look at none of them. Hand the package off, talk with no inflection. [Speaking] “This is for my favorite man, this is for my favorite fan, this is for my can do friend, and this last one is for my favorite politician.” [Verse 2] 2 hours running I’m gunning for London, like angels in sodom I’m fucked at sundown. Down at the Thames I’m changing my names Coloring hairs leaving clothes on the piers. Obstruction of justice? Let me tell ya fam. Destruction is justice for the common man. Fingers held over lighter flame. Burn away hits in the mainframe. Car is bobbin’ at the bottom of the river Under arm package set to deliver. Click clack walking on the cobble stone street Tick tock sounding through the rushing of feet Carefully pulling a surprise from my coat. Left one gift wrapped box at the end of the road. I’m too tired to watch my feet. Stumble mindlessly through the beat. Walk with no rhythm, look at none of them. Hand the package off, talk with no inflection. [Speaking] “This is for my favorite man, this is for my favorite fan, this is for my can do friend, and this last one is for my favorite politician.” [Bridge] BOOM! [Chorus] This is for my favorite man, this is for my favorite fan, this is for my can do friend, and this last one is for my favorite politician. [Outro] BOOM!
