Run up on fascists whenever you're seeing em
Better be leaving em red from the bleeding or
Dead from us beating em ignorant fucks
They want "Rivers of Blood" well we'll give em some blood
Whether blades that we stick in their gut
Or the Yugoslav Partisan Foibe, they'll stick in the mud
Blutac, we're sticking em up
Tupac, we're Hitting Em Up
Gulags, we're filling em up
We be the Stasi to Nazis and that bе the truth
Stabbing a fascist's immaculate suit
Radical means that wе grab at the root
And hack it in two
And some wack Hitler youth in the back sniffing glue
My nephews coming to kick the crap outta you
Just like their uncle, their Granfer, their nan'll do
That'll do, Antifa family-do
Could happen to you
National Action, embarrassing dudes
Proud Boys, Groypers, loud noise squawkers
That's why all these girls avoid ya
No peoples will, no Narodnaya Volya
Incels kill and that is not a spoiler
White woman tears damn that's a lot of moisture
Karen saw black kids, that is what annoyed her
Dick-kicking Nick Griffin
Shiv-sticking Slim's pickings
Spencer much time Rich-hitting
Dick-swinging fash keep pig-ringing
Bleeding hell, these cheesy bell EDL people they'll believe any old shit they read as well
Now they got a Mussolini smell
These incels leave a trail that leads to Hell
Mass shooters planning to hit up a school
Platform a fascist and kick out the stool
Anders Breivik should be against the wall
Never accepting your Rhodesian rule
Never extend em no sympathy, literally, that's the vicinity of liberals
Giving these fascists legitimacy and uncritically, cynically answered the call
And came for the left, targeting them again
Ain't gonna rest till they tarred em and feathered em
Ain't gonna let no parliament red again
Freikorps led those armies of petty men
Most them, they still know it's just absurd
Soc Dems, they killed Rosa Luxemburg
Hope them days will go with such a burst
Won't spend days still quoting dusty words
Didn't wanna do this, we just wanna live
Didn't wanna choose this, this is what they give
It's still Kill the Bill
Now we got a movement, picketing the pigs
Now we're Huey Newton, picking on the pigs
Now for revolution, picking off the pigs
It's still Kill the Bill
Now we're gonna loot em, pillaging the pigs
Coppers and fascists are plotting their damage
The Civil War's coming it's gotta be Spanish
These Franco-types plan to like mob you and vanish
Or Pinochet, steal away choppers they manage
Or watch em live lavish, I find that tiresome
Knife that liar n Reichstag Fire em
Can't admire em, just admonish em
Stalingrad comrades come demolish em
Fighting the fash till the day that we're dying
The way that we're dying is fighting the fash
Hugo Chav partly and Yugoslav Partisan
New school rap artisan tight with the craft
Flag-shagging like a damn Strasserite Thatcherite parasite
And I might light up your rag
Malakai Black em eyes, after I strategise
Countering fascist-lies like the "stabbed-back"
Elders and Protocols, antisemitic
They're being mouldable, man be pathetic
Frail and emotional, failed being quotable
Hedging their bets on the edgiest gimmicks
All just a joke to these villainous snakes
Calling us woke while the guillotine waits
But I never sleep, it's the cousin of death
The Black Bloc are Reapers, the sickle is red
Tread on that snake, tag out a swastika
Never debate fascists accosting ya
Centrists relate to these Nazis and officers
Penning tirades like a Telegraph commenter
Blocking ya, and have fash surrounded
You felt that damn flat and astounded
Bobbi QELD's backpack, that has the loudest
And my Welsh grandad that was a Maoist
Now we seen it before, beat it before
Leaving these BNP beneath the floor
At Pavlov's House still beefing it raw
Now you bleat not a roar, not a beast anymore
Battle of Berlin baddies are burning
Ubermensch bullshit, actually vermin
Who dispensed all this fascism working?
Nuremberg Laws shit, having to merk em
