I bhFiacha Linne

Any cunt in this fuckin' pub owes me Anything is getting fuckin' done! Aw, fuck, hate cunts that don't pay up They make me do bad stuff Try make me look like a city boy Well fruit, I'm paying enough Aw, fuck, hate cunts that don't pay up They make me do bad stuff Try make me look like a city boy Well fruit, I'm paying enough Ah! Is cuma liom cá mhéad atá ann Punt, deoch, or a cúpla grand Beag beann, I'll be at your front door If there's three shadows then you'll what for Cnag, that's my signature knock Give two seconds before I blow off your chops Móglaí Bap is a dangerous chap Má tá fiacha le fáil I'll be scoping them out, wha But you're telling us you're fleeced Spent your money on the kid last week Spoof! What ya talking shit for? I can see a brand new PS5 in the corner Anois, sin go leor de do haiféaltas Time to go, a little Tarantino A little green bag, switch blade and a name code Mo Chara, Próvaí get the rain coats I bhfiacha linne Caillfidh tú do chuid fiacla Stick your mouth down onto the pavement Dul de seo ó bhí mé 'mo dhéaga 3CAG, pop and drop ya like Jenga (Kaboot! Slán!) Cuairt bheag gairid chuig do mham (haló!) Casúr is tairne I 'mo lámh Fíochmhar nuair nach a bhfuil bhfiacha glan Céad slán le do Walt, chop chop Skinfade, wee shave and a bit off the top Kneecap no longer a one stop shop For pricks to profit off of our stock Now I've got some hippie by the fringe The wee cunt makes me cringe Please, man, it's an Aquarius Supermoon tonight That means I'm coming into money (Murder binge) Ní gá daoibh seo a dhéanamh níos deacra Tá mé anseo to realign your jaw, not your chakra An dtuigeann tú, a dick or two Strangle if I have'ta, lips blue, your eyes bloodshot like a rasta Mar is mise an tachtaire, asphyxiate ya ar feadh seachtaine Beidh tú ataithe mar tá mé cleachtaithe Ag céasadh na cunts seo nach bhfuil smachtaithe I bhfiacha linne Caillfidh tú do chuid fiacla Stick your mouth down onto the pavement Dul de seo ó bhí mé 'mo dhéaga 3CAG, pop and drop ya like Jenga (Kaboot! Slán!) Cuairt bheag gairid chuig do mham (haló!) Casúr is tairne I 'mo lámh Fíochmhar nuair nach a bhfuil bhfiacha glan Is anois beidh do ma, like "wha?!" He's not a drug dealer, is aingeal mo mhac He has friends from the Shankill, the top of the Rock And he's constantly asking me for a tap Do mháthair bhocht in shock Ní bheidh duine ar bith leis na bins a thabhairt amach God love her, her son did suffer Come next summer, she'll still be paying your strap Two boots to the door, tá muid anois ag do theach Bainfidh mé an Nike Air Max de do mhac Your van and your toaster, we're taking the lot But I need that for work cos it's all that I got Aw fuck, fear bocht Wee stinge down on his luck And now he's gurning cos Kneecap are taking all of his stuff Tá do kettle I mo mhála, do telly bainte de do bhalla Is táimid ag glacadh, gafa, ní fótagrafach Atá ag crochadh insan halla Fuck it, we might take more Lads, yous are owed a score Is tá sibh ag fágáil mé le faic 20 quid, tá seo ag dul thar fóir I bhfiacha linne Caillfidh tú do chuid fiacla Stick your mouth down onto the pavement Dul de seo ó bhí mé 'mo dhéaga 3CAG, pop and drop ya like Jenga (Kaboot! Slán!) Cuairt bheag gairid chuig do mham (haló!) Casúr is tairne I 'mo lámh Fíochmhar nuair nach a bhfuil bhfiacha glan I bhfiacha linne Caillfidh tú do chuid fiacla Stick your mouth down onto the pavement Dul de seo ó bhí mé 'mo dhéaga 3CAG, pop and drop ya like Jenga Kaboot, slan Cuairt bheag gairid chuig do mham Haló, casúr is tairne I 'mo lámh Fíochmhar nuair nach a bhfuil bhfiacha glan