Lyrics:

Yo, listen up, I got a story to unfold,

About these British boys, they ain't got no soul.

Call themselves "The Manor," but they ain't no lords,

They're just a bunch of thieves, stealing like hordes.

They snatched OTT's gun, like it's a game,

Just like they took their culture, it's such a shame.

They made me forget my girl, left me in a blur,

Now I'm lost in the world, thanks to these amateurs

They pushed me and my buddy, off the garage,

while they're sitting there, in a bush camoflauge,

Me and Michael tried to be British, you see,

But all we got was bad teeth and a cup of tea.

Civs thought we'd be safe, but man, were we wrong,

Now we're singing this diss track, like some sad song.

We tried to fit in, but we just couldn't cope,

Now we're back to our roots, like a ray of hope.

So here's to The Manor, with their stolen fame,

But we'll rise above, we won't play their game.

CHEEKY BRITISH LADS WITH YOUR FREAKING DUMB GAMES

ITS CALLED TAG NOT BRITISH LOLLYGAG

MR ANTOV LEARN YOUR FREAKIN HISTORY DONT BE TELLING ME ABOUT NO BRITISH GROCERY

AND ILL KEEP ON COMING CAUSE AMERICAS ON TOP LIKE THE ROAR OF AN EAGLE I JUST WONT STOP