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I'm sick of people dissing migrants

So while I'm rapping just be silent...

Let's go

Are you telling me, if your family

Was in a war torn country

You wouldn't flee

Just say "let the Brits have their economy"

Its not true, you'd get outta there

You don't like migrants? You better prepare

To feel me rip your throat out

Because I'm the... Son of a son of a migrant

Move to me, it's gonna get violent

If you're dissing him, then you're dissing me

If that happens, then quite tragically

One by one your family goes missing

If you know me, then you know I'm unforgiving

All this talk about them "taking our jobs?"

Guess what this country needs pile of nobs?

We need lawyers and doctors

So if you cared that much, you'd work for that you motherfuckers

Don't give these people shit, its just luck where we was born

We were lucky not to be in the middle of a war-torn

Minefield, my grandad was given shit too

I'll beat you so hard you'll be black and blue

Look like you was the dog from blues clues

Come on, this is a dare to anyone who disagrees

Try prove me wrong, you wannabe G's