Bad Intentions

Shell cartel Yeah, that's Ink Shout out the black box 86 gang Cullen, Flinglas and Ballymun Yeah Crank that knives yeah man can't mend it Stab him in the face with a shank and bend it All of my gang got bad intentions Hit him with a shiv mans splash him drench him Snap of the blade man Grab that wap then mash up the place See him in public gash up his face Doin' up work in council flats And its back to the bando countin' stacks Got weed yeah uh box to the finest Mans in the crop house just like scyliss Got that twitch and the mob I'm violent Mans on road doin up mileage A real bad man cuz I know them hitters 6 is here put O's on digits Put that wap to his head and merk him Boy better pray that the shit ain't workin' My gang there will grab that blaster Run a man down turn a boy casper f******ur cars bikes are faster Paid in full catch that bastard All of my packs are wrapped in plastic 86 gang elastic bandits My gang there put the mask in bandit Your gang here claiming killings You ain't seen waps you ain't done drillings I know them staps they ain't no villains You man a get dumped and slumped on the footpath Open the door man a see gun man Ski masks on black out with pun pack Anything I say in my rhymes I done that This is Dublin check the statistics Man a get dipped out here just like biscuit Man a hear thunder man a hear gun clap Slap his bitch like a dirty scum bag Aye aye All of their gang get purged Man a put out fire when he go to church Man a get chopped in chef like ? Red dot, head shot man a let lead off My gang yeah bring the knife with them Watch free all my guys in the pen Man got a dot and I'll send that in Man got a dot and I'll send that in Pick up the phone better ring your friends This is Dublin they got bombs And we blow everyone of them motherfuckers to bits Better watch your mouth you fucking little thick Man a get clapped in the pub when he drinking Guinness All of my thugs are dreamin', blood spillin' that a Dublin shiven 20 inches there cut him and ching him All of your gang are posers and actors If man had a knife man he hold that backwards I'm Ink yes and I'm old stock Known out here on every block Tell your gang get the coffins ready Them boys there are soft like teddy How many this and how many that Are you taking the piss How many rats are in your gang that vanished and ran Like Madeleine Mccann None of your gang are hard on me And none of them boys are known in the scene Its clear to me why you hide your face Cuz' you don't want your ma to be disgrace When she up in church, on Sunday Is that your man, Ink? Yeah' I know him You want to know why, cuz' I go in Thought he was hard cuz he went to prison Man got knockout and he started twitchin' Aye aye Brr Dublin city Cullen, Flinglas, Ballymun Yeah, Ink Sluudeepa