6 Lyrics

Dance little one little one

Miso becki with a gun in her hand

And a hole in her stockings

And a tear in her knickers

Artic cold it makes her shiver

But she's numb to the chill

Keeping warm from the thrill

Oh miso becki won't you run oh won't you run

She move so smooth yet she walk through fire

No sweat upon her as she standing with a gun

Make haste oh haste down to the wire

Rue de Rivoli Paris

She gonna burn the louvre down

Gonna build a new one cuz uh

Art should be free and

If you dont agree with it, do one

Beg on knees like a capitalist

Wait on the bankers to give ya a sip

Go ask a noble to spare you a crumb

Meanwhile old miso be nicking it

Breathe seen cuz it's chilly to a great degree

She 18 boy you sound quite rapey

Fake scream for lady of the make believe

And her cape is the colour of a nosebleed

Silly pauper thinking oh she don't know me

She knows you and she fights for your whole crew

Miso robbin you blind now you can't see

Maybe don't be bitch or so cunty

Got the devil in her grin when she planning licks

Never less than a ten when she landing it

Got the king in his court barely standing this

And the pope and his pimps damn damning it

Anti camelot never fair never stable

Kill the rich but the ones making less able

Kill a knight in the day cuz

All I see is white men at a round table