Lyrics

Éist liom, ná tar chugam le do chuid smaointí Ná déan anailís ar mo chuid líntí My child loves HOOD so I wish you would do a version for him, but PG Send me it when you can He's your number one fan His first word's were Cultúrlann so he understands all of 3CAG and He only started Naíscoil an mhí seo He just thinks you guys are lethal I know he's a wee bit young, try to keep it from him Déanaimse mo dhícheall Comhghairdeas your my new ghost writer 40 odd, breath smells like cider Trying to talk business to me with jizz on your teeth Back of the glider! KNEECAP, is breá liom sibh, nach bhfuil aon seans go dtiocfadh libh Stick a wee tune out just for the kids Cos my two ones they love you to bits Oh fuck sake, wise up miss We're degenerate HOODs who like to get pissed And we spunk every penny getting off of our tits This isn't no act, it's just the way it is, real shit You'll find me in a snug of a dimly lit shit run down pub Face all smug in a place I love Seeing how fucked I can get on government funds That's another pint done, ordaigh deoch sula labhrann cunt liom And up walks some random standing Over me rapping one of my songs Maith an fear, seo here, is breá liom do cheol Nach dtiocfadh leat díriú isteach ar an ól An chaint seo ar fad ar na drugaí are bad Is tá mé a rá leat ní mharfaidh tú i bhfad Aw here go raibh maith agat do do chomhairle críonna Cá raibh tusa nuair a thosaigh muid na blianta ó shin No fuck, get a right to the chin and Now you're crying on twitter and that's a win win On the Nolan show today a mural of a burning police car And chants of get the brits out This is Ireland 2023 rappers Kneecap say The mural was unveiled as just a piece of FINE ART C-E-A-R-T-A, you say it needs more Tiocfaidh ár Lá's Ag dul ar aghaidh faoi go bhfuil easpa collabs ag Kneecap Fuckin cuirigí ceol amach! So you're wondering why we take ages to release music? We're always on stages All over in different places, rockin balaclavas on our faces You can love us or hate us, won't affect a bit of our wages More merch, more drugs, less cops, more thugs, more scum Listen out on cases You can love us or hate us, won't affect a bit of our wages More merch, more drugs, less cops More thugs, more scum, more FINE ART
Writer(s): Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Naoise Iarla O Caireallain, Liam Og O Hannaidh, James John O Dochartaigh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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