Potatoes Will Potate

Haters gon’ hate

Potatoes gon’ potate

The bastard’s dead

Let’s celebrate

Nah man, you don’t celebrate death

Indeed

Celebrate liberation

An entire generation

The Libyans rejoice

I pray for their peace

Insha’Allah

Up and down Wimy Road bro

Out in full force bro

None of this blasting music

Driving up and down for no reason bro

Allah bless them

Mickey’s got his thumbs up

Tapas Spanish grubs up

Writings on the wall

And a message in a bottle

Things ain’t gonna change

What about the rest of the waste

What about Palestine?

What about Gaza?

What about Somalia

And our brothers and sisters in Pakistan?

Afghanistan?

Everyone’s fucked up

Like they’re all smoking crack

I keep falling asleep

‘cause her voice flippin’ BORES me

Where’s the excitement?

The fun?

Where are peoples personalities?

I see what they’re doing

Uniformed people

Uniform society

Social moulding

Bitches be yodelling

Modelling

Grovelling

Well they should be

Ya Allah, don’t leave me

I need you

Don’t leave me

Ri-Ri’s got a new video out

Too sick, too sick

But still highlights the fact that the world is a prick

Makes me sick

Oh what’s on TV?

Watchdog

Dogging watches about banks and holidays

Holiday company screwed me over

Actually my ‘sister’ did more

They just broke the law

I told you the world is fucked up

Stop yo, shit, that’s raw.