Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kneecap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NAOISE IARLA Ó CAIREALLÁIN
Composer
Liam Óg Ó Hannaidh
Composer
JAMES JOHN Ó DOCHARTAIGH
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ciaran Byrne
Mixing Engineer
Sam Chadburn
Mixing Engineer
DENIS FRANCIS HORGAN
Producer
Lyrics
Here, tell him
He's the most valiant person you know
Except for me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, respect
I'M FUCKING CATCHER OF OCCURRENCE!
She quits her cocktail breath
For unleashing the beast
He'll whore him out for nigh at least
Trenchella, he's painting some fella
That I know you see in Shawton
It's for Shawshank the Silla
Fucked into the back of the Jeep
He falls asleep He does it every week
Chucky or La, get the Brits out loud
A one-way ticket, please, I've lost my bus pass
A stock's enough, please
I've got some pins, man
The Kylo fuckin' queen's in this, man
Keep her at the fucker, fuckin' fuck off
Jesus said on the cross
Two pins to boost, twenty bags on the buckets for love
Who's next? Me, miss, I'ma chew like a
Bag While you're shoppin' at journals
I see your ankle tag
Fuck you, curfew, this will get a
Nice socket Overnight, can't shop
For two grams in a socket
Love this rabbit, please, and
I hate snow for being a rocket In a
Strange name, millimetre loaded
I'm ahead
All my hits
Double O, D
Low lace, come on, fuck this, stay up like me
Double O, D
Low lace, come on, fuck this, stay up like me
A dog with a job, what the fuck is that?
Wayne Harper, Mickey's just sittin' in the flat
Sippin' on his cans and smokin' roadies
Cause all the best jobs are taken by the doggies
We're deep black and crack, and
We're slurred for our love
Beat the fast and the sash
Got that note on bank high
Chuck a nish, hit the slash
Want the purse, it's an eye
Chuck a goose, cook the leaner
Solo near your door
It's gonna be a bloodbath
It's gonna be a bloodbath
It's gonna be a bloodbath
It's gonna be a
Throw a hoot, a jab on a boot
I sneak a quick toot, then I fire another boot
They're calling me a fruit, they're trying
To take the loot, but Billy
Won't be buttering anymore hoots!
Nish, couple of cash, do you want it in your chest
Or your knees, or your head, DJ Povey has the lead
You can play, you can play, you can tell us what
We need, you can change your name
But they're all the fucking same!
I'm a hit, double O.D. No lace
Come on, come and say it by me
Cause I'm a hit, double O.D. No lace
Come on, come and say it by me
I'm a hit, double O D, blue lace
Come up, got the sapper knee
Cause I'm a hit, double O D, blue lace
Come up, got the sapper knee
Written by: DENIS FRANCIS HORGAN, JAMES JOHN Ó DOCHARTAIGH, Liam Óg Ó Hannaidh, NAOISE IARLA Ó CAIREALLÁIN