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



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Writer(s): Bradley Robert Moss, Ciaran Philpott
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