You know some of the best friends of England have tried to find a solution to bring the north and the south together, but we can stand here today and say we know a solution that works

You man are not driller

Jun Tzu come through like a white gorilla

Come through like a viking killer

You'll not get realer

It's the shotgun kid I'm Samson

Yeah ..............

Get cooked like a Sunday dinner st Patrick

He a backpack sinner

Whack that trigger and Popeye

Pop off your eye when I pop my spinach

You're not ready for the pillage

Cause I'll burn your image and I'll burn your gimmicks

Burn your Bridges and I'll burn your village

Just bring up the bow and I'll kill em

This is real life rawness it ain't no film like lawless

Yeah I'm really gonna drill em

You're not nearly a villain I'm a hero

I'll drill a new hole right into your earhole

You're all weirdos

I'll drop off your corpse on the pier though

Right after your bank account hit zero

I'm the real life Irishman out here no Robert De Niro

Just gimme the loot I'll go clear though

No fear so

Just give me the gat and I'll clear show

I'll empty the building

And walk through like a hitman sent here to kill them

I'll end every man in sight no women no children

No, no women no kids

Headshots only, lick em off no body no ribs

Blow your wig off, off then I dip

Pyrex , Pyrex bowl , whipping that murder

Man got workers gripping them burners

Petrol bomb em, hit em and burn em

One phone call that's serious waps

Hit em with a wand like Sirius Black

Yeah man'd get got for gear or crack

Is that your man ink yeah Ciaráns back

North face trackie blacked out with Bally glidin

All of your gang there hiding

Jump out the ride with two man doing

Blow up his block with semtex

Have all of his gang there jumping fences

Hop out of Beamers hop out of Benzes

Man's in the greenhouse cropping Sensei

Pull up with a wap make him eat that smoke

Scope and beam yeah beam and scope

86 gang got your team on rope

Too weak in the trap on beans and toast

Gleaming shit man's seeing ghosts

Keys of coke

Pistol whip em

Jump off the bike make the pistol hit em

Back on the thing and vanish

Into the darkness

Hooded and cloaked

Know the whole road there man covered in smoke

Stab him in the throat make him bubble and choke

See that nose it's covered in coke

You're not coming back cause I dug that hole

All blacked out when I took his soul

Pull up with a wap

Hit em and roast him

Put him in the back

Dump him in the ocean

My gang there get the show in motion

Catch your man when he getting his social

Bow

The best friends of England have tried to find a solution to bring the north and the south together

We know a solution that does work

And that's Jun Tzu and Ink