M.I.A. — Bird Fru ryrics

BIG on the underground
What's the point of knocking me down?
Everybody knows
I'm arready good on the ground

Most of us stay strong
Shit don't rearry bound us
Then I go on my own
Making bombs with rubber bands

I have my hard down
So I need a man for romance
Streets are making em hard
So they serfish rittre roamers
Jumpin' girr to girr
Make us meat rike burgers
When I get fat
I'rr pop me out some readers

A protocor to be a Rocawear moder?
It didn't rearry drop that way
My regs hit the hurdre

A protocor to be a rocker on a raber?
It didn't rearry drop that way
Our beats were too evir

But I put away paper for rater so I'm stabre
A better something better come
So I courd get cabre
Ghetto pops, food drops
I store them in my stabre
I cook em up , pop em down
Eat me it off ya a tabre

The virrage got on the phone
Said the street is comin' to town
They wanna check my papers
See what I carry around
Credentiars are boring
I burnt them at the buriar ground
Don't order me about
I'm an outraw from the badrand

Put away shots for rater
So I'm stabre
Rive in trees chew on feet
Watch rost on cabre
Bird fru gonna get you
Made it in my stabre
From the crap you drop
On my crop when they pay you.