Bad Intentions

Yeah that's INK Shout out the black box 86 gang Coolock, Flinglas and Ballymun Yeah Crank that knife so your 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 Then its back to the bando countin stacks Got weed yeah uh box to the finest Mans in the crop house just like Silas Got that switch and the mop on violent Mans on road doin up mileage A real bad man cause i know them hitters 6's here put O's on digits Put that wap to his head and murk 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 Fuck your cars man bikes are faster Paid in full catch that bastard All of my packs are wrapped in plastic 86 gang elastic band shit 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 saps they ain't no villains Your man will get dumped and slumped on the footpath Open the door man will see gun man Ski mask on black out with pump acc Anything i say in my rhymes i done that This is Dublin check the statistics Man a get dipped out here like biscuit Man will hear thunder man will hear gun clap Slap his bitch like a dirty scum bag Aye Aye All of their gang get purged Man open fire when they going to church Man a get chopped in chef like Beshoffs Red dot, head shot man will 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 men got bombs And we'll 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 driven,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 or mean And none of them boys are known in the skeems Its clear to me why you hide your face Cause you dont want your Ma to be disgraced When she up in church,on Sunday Is that your man ink? yeah i know him You want to know why, cause i go in Thought he was hard cause he went to prison Man got knockout and he started twitchin Aye Aye Brrrrrraaap Dublin city Coolock,Flinglas, Ballymun Yeah INK Sluudeeeemmm POW