UKIP Is Hip by MC Farage Lyrics
Intro. Powell had a dream
Powell had a dream
Nigel have a dream
V1. Hello, boys and girls, my name’s Nigel Farage
And I’ve started rapping, yeah, that’s no mirage
And I’ll tell you something, who we’re gon’ attack –
The European Union, mate that system’s wack
Bunch of Bureaucrats telling is what to do
Your lunch and wine are fine, but the line was crossed, you fools
Tired of the Bossy Merkel and her homie Juncker
We’ll have the referendum and throw your laws in junk yards
Immigrants – scape-goats, making this mainstream’s dope!
My speeches more glamorising than those of the freaking Pope
Fed up, gin-soaking, old Tories are our only voters
So we need you youngsters to become racist and support us
Fuck multi-culturalism and more on defence
What about NHS, it’s simple – no immigration, hence
Less HIV-PLUS monkeys, they’re 60 per-cent
By not giving Europe Money, we’ll have the pennies and cents
Br. Vote for us, or don’t vote at all
Put your faith and trust, we’re not talking to walls
But if you don’t vote it’ll turn out great
Just look at last elections’ turnout, mate
Ch. All the loonies and the fruitcakes (put your hands up!)
And all the closet racists (put your hands up!)
Listen little pricks, think well before you hit
The ballot, our party is hip, cause UKIP is the shit!
V2. Holla at my crew, first of at Mark Reckless
He’ll deport the European cunts back home and up next
McKenzie, my boy, boxer, political prostitute
Plus Nuttal and Bloom, with whom we are calling women sluts
Shout-out to Le pen, we’re all on a high tide
Beppe Grillo, Geert Wilders, Eurosceptics unite!
Unite like for a bit, the aim justifies the means
Machiavelli in this, that’s why we all like Vladimir!
I’m a gangsta – I drink, smoke and will unban handguns
They tell me not to drink too much, bitch, I'm a bad thug
I’m the villain of the year, bitch, ‘cause I’ve got style
After Bush, Kanye, Bieber and fucking Harry Styles
Ex-soviet countries be like ‘we’ve got poverty, hunger’
I don’t give two hoots we don’t want you among us
90 billion sterling deficit
Spreading the word like Eminem, bitch, make me eminent
Br
Ch
V3. Move, bitches, get out the way
UKIP is the party to stay
When the blues and reds are attacking each other verbally
More of their crew’s heads are starting to think “purple-ly”
No more bureaucracy, we want democracy
I can’t really offer this, but we’ve got hypocrisy
I employ bitches – wifey and freaking mistress
Spouse is German and we’re saying we don’t want these people in here
Ok, the western are fine because they are fuckin aryan
Romanians, Bulgarians? Come on, they’re all barbarian!
I’ve got to confess - my ancestors are immigrants
But I don’t give a fuck, Enoch dazzled me – I’m ignorant
Strength through purity, no EU orders, our Borders
Norsefire security - blacks and Muslims deported
Put our people first because we a white nation
Come on, boys and girls, let’s outshine the expectations
Powell had a dream
Nigel have a dream
V1. Hello, boys and girls, my name’s Nigel Farage
And I’ve started rapping, yeah, that’s no mirage
And I’ll tell you something, who we’re gon’ attack –
The European Union, mate that system’s wack
Bunch of Bureaucrats telling is what to do
Your lunch and wine are fine, but the line was crossed, you fools
Tired of the Bossy Merkel and her homie Juncker
We’ll have the referendum and throw your laws in junk yards
Immigrants – scape-goats, making this mainstream’s dope!
My speeches more glamorising than those of the freaking Pope
Fed up, gin-soaking, old Tories are our only voters
So we need you youngsters to become racist and support us
Fuck multi-culturalism and more on defence
What about NHS, it’s simple – no immigration, hence
Less HIV-PLUS monkeys, they’re 60 per-cent
By not giving Europe Money, we’ll have the pennies and cents
Br. Vote for us, or don’t vote at all
Put your faith and trust, we’re not talking to walls
But if you don’t vote it’ll turn out great
Just look at last elections’ turnout, mate
Ch. All the loonies and the fruitcakes (put your hands up!)
And all the closet racists (put your hands up!)
Listen little pricks, think well before you hit
The ballot, our party is hip, cause UKIP is the shit!
V2. Holla at my crew, first of at Mark Reckless
He’ll deport the European cunts back home and up next
McKenzie, my boy, boxer, political prostitute
Plus Nuttal and Bloom, with whom we are calling women sluts
Shout-out to Le pen, we’re all on a high tide
Beppe Grillo, Geert Wilders, Eurosceptics unite!
Unite like for a bit, the aim justifies the means
Machiavelli in this, that’s why we all like Vladimir!
I’m a gangsta – I drink, smoke and will unban handguns
They tell me not to drink too much, bitch, I'm a bad thug
I’m the villain of the year, bitch, ‘cause I’ve got style
After Bush, Kanye, Bieber and fucking Harry Styles
Ex-soviet countries be like ‘we’ve got poverty, hunger’
I don’t give two hoots we don’t want you among us
90 billion sterling deficit
Spreading the word like Eminem, bitch, make me eminent
Br
Ch
V3. Move, bitches, get out the way
UKIP is the party to stay
When the blues and reds are attacking each other verbally
More of their crew’s heads are starting to think “purple-ly”
No more bureaucracy, we want democracy
I can’t really offer this, but we’ve got hypocrisy
I employ bitches – wifey and freaking mistress
Spouse is German and we’re saying we don’t want these people in here
Ok, the western are fine because they are fuckin aryan
Romanians, Bulgarians? Come on, they’re all barbarian!
I’ve got to confess - my ancestors are immigrants
But I don’t give a fuck, Enoch dazzled me – I’m ignorant
Strength through purity, no EU orders, our Borders
Norsefire security - blacks and Muslims deported
Put our people first because we a white nation
Come on, boys and girls, let’s outshine the expectations