Davo - Programmed Emotions

These man try program emotions
Decrease the chance of self-made devotion
If you spend Ps for it, it’s not promotion
Mind control int a fucking compulsion (dickheads)
You chose to influence mindsets
Shoot through the kevlar into the trenches (blow)
Then you look at the bloodstains you’ve left
And pay for a clean up cos you’re needed on benches (sort it)
You’re throwing beef on all of the wenches
But they’re halal they don’t want no mentions (pricks)
You’re throwing smoke on music being exits
But if you bin that they’ll make a re-entrance (pricks)
You threw shade on the one that could save us
He got fucked and waddled to the exit (pricks)
You’ve left your mark on the country
Cos you then chose to go and shag your own rectum

From Croydon up to Carlisle (far)
You programmed mice to take shots from vials (nah)
You trick minds into thinking you’ll save us
Then when you’re benched you act like a child (waa)
But then you get let back on the pitch
You’ve got the most playtime, that doesn’t mean you win (shit)
Cos substitutions fly in left and right
But your team’s still shit you should climb in the bin (skip fam)
Climb in the bin
It’s time to go fam
You won’t get the win (L)
Your manager died, now shits done on the whim (bell)
6th of May your new manager came in (tell)
But you’re too far gone he can’t help with shit (fell)
We need someone giving birth on the bench
So that labour gets involved in the mix (betty crock's kid)
Whereas you’d trade a woman giving birth for their kin (pussy)
I should’ve linked Bojo in a dojo
Karate chop, hit him with my mojo (backhand)
I should’ve linked Liz Truss at 10 Downing
Said the name Bradford to see if she started frowning
I should link Sunak in the hood
Buy him some smack and take a photo for The Sun (cunts)
I should take a one way flight out
Cos the next PM will probably get the youts bun (blow)

These man don’t care about their home
They walk past the poverty like it int their fault (pricks)
These man don’t care about the north
They come Wakie once and make sure they're insured (dipped)
These man only care about themselves
Hosting a fat sesh whilst putting others in cells (birdie)
This beat's about to go nuts
Like the licks they’d get if they’re caught in the hood (pow)

These man try program emotions
Decrease the chance of self-made devotion
If you spend Ps for it, it’s not promotion
Mind control int a fucking compulsion (dickheads)
You chose to influence mindsets
Shoot through the kevlar into the trenches (blow)
Then you look at the bloodstains you’ve left
And pay for a clean up cos you’re needed on benches
You’re throwing beef on all of the wenches
But they’re halal they don’t want no mentions (pricks)
You’re throwing smoke on music being exits
But if you bin that they’ll make a re-entrance (pricks)
You threw shade on the one that could save us
He got fucked and waddled to the exit (pricks)
You’ve left your mark on the country
Cos you then chose to go and shag your own rectum
That bomboclaat Sunak's now in power
Man's economy fixing plans are all dower (sad)
Cos he made Sterling drop like he’s Gareth Southgate (mad)
And he tries to act gloomy whilst nicking our houses (fad)
Moving like Thanos tryna build his powers
Nicked Labour's stones like clearing kidneys while having a child (pushing it)
The only stone you'll get off me is a spliff
Cos I'm not letting man turn seconds into hours (raashole)

I’ve had enough of this doss
I’m speaking out now before a Freddo cost lots (20p?)
These man are all lost
They’ve all got delusions
Yet staying in power
But for what fucking cost
They got Corbyn lost (twats)
He needed to have won
But then he had to give up (facts)
Because the Torys still won
And they were spreading bare shit (skiddy)
It was all in The Sun
Now we’re heading to a point where milk will cost us a lump sum

These man try program emotions
Decrease the chance of self-made devotion
If you spend Ps for it, it’s not promotion
Mind control int a fucking compulsion (dickheads)
You chose to influence mindsets
Shoot through the kevlar into the trenches (blow)
Then you look at the bloodstains you’ve left
And pay for a clean up cos you’re needed on benches (sort it)
You're throwing beef whenever you're mentioned
But we’re prepared, we’ll sous vide your statement (scran)
You’re throwing smoke on drill being out there
But it’s an escape, it doesn’t bring danger (blam)
You threw shade on Jeremy Corbyn
But couldn’t back yourselves when you won the elections (sham)
You’ve left your mark on the world fam
Cos you change players more than I change my boxers
Sunak fam, get the fuck off the pitch
Your ears are offside, they can control Artemis (NASA)
You think we see you as Sportacus
But you’re Robbie Rotten, our nemesis (opp)
Take blame for this, then we might respect you
But until then we’ll do what you do and neglect you
Hold a general election, it’ll be good for you
Cos when we get Labour in we'll try to forget you