Megaton

Megaton

You think you're Nasty Nas
You're just cringy as
Megaton
Whose side are you on?
Whose shit do you don?
What form of murder do you want?
Kiloton! (Yeah)
Combust the blast
No war, no death
No point when there's no fucker left apart from you
The emperor's new hoes on a record label who just sign all the dregs
Let's face it, wrap it in class politics
Give it some legs (give it some legs)

Megaton!
No war, no death

Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
No war, no death

Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!

On me head San
Don't make me laugh
They call me double O, lol
Licensed to sign off the dole (not really)
I'm prince Edward, really, you winger
Right, left, Fred like an horseshoe
He's good with the budget
"Hello, renters, I'm in you" (urgh)
I hate that saying, naughties bands say it when they drive into the next town they're playing

Megaton!
No war, no death

Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
No war, no death

Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!

Yeah, weights and wanking
Hard bodies and phone lights
That's all we got
I got my stomach flat for the money shot
In shiny cars
Elvis jaws and no bras
On the road to nowhere
Nobody knows where to post anymore
Social media Weight Watchers
Collabing with the same old fucking singers
Spray and pray, like lazy dog owners on short walks, mate
Wankers, fucking toss parachutes from jizz op aircraft carriers

Megaton!
No war, no death

Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!
Megaton!