The Crust of my bread, all dead

Fighting the booger banditoes with the crust of truth and light.
Swing swing with the rod , he goes Bing Bing boop boop with da Bing bop stew!
There he goes plebs, VILE PLEBS!
Twisting , slashing , dying for the cause. 
We fight to win 
To die , not I stooge. 
The chuds of Newhammyton lay waste beyond the tip of the mighty Dong masher crust
Little stewing mourning their unsightly end. Their last words they hear, " the skins, the skins, bring me the damn skins, damn you!!

Hip hop , UK hip hop