Bad Intentions

By INK (IRE)

On Eye for an Eye

Released on January 28, 2019

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[Intro]

Shell Kartel


[Intro]

Yeah

That's INK

Ghosty

Shout out the BL@CKBOX

86 gang

Coolock,Finglas and Ballymun

Yeah


[Verse]

Crank that knife 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 man splash him drench him

Snap off 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 of the finest

Mans in the crop house just like Silas

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 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 car my bikes are faster

Paid in full

Catch that bastard

All of my packs are wrapped in plastic

8-6 gang

Elastic band shit

My gang there put the mask in bandit

Your gang out here claiming killings

You ain't seen waps, you ain't done drillings

I know them saps they ain't no villains

Your man'll get dumped and slumped on the footpath

Open the door man'll see gun man

Ski masks on blacked out with pump back

Anything I say in my rhymes I done that

This is Dublin check the statistics

Man'll get dipped out here like biscuit

Man'll hear thunder man'll hear gun clap

Slap his bitch like a dirty scum bag

Ay Ay

All of their gang get purged

Man open fire when he go to church

Man'll get chopped in chef like beshoffs

Red dot, head shot - man'll 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 blow every one of them motherfuckers to bits

Better watch your mouth you fuckin' little prick

Man a get clapped in the pub when he drinkin' Guinness

All of my thugs are dreamin, blood spillin that a Dublin shiving

20 inches there cut him and chin 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 they 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 your boys are known in the schemes

Its clear to me why you hide your face

Cuz 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, cuz I go in

Thought he was hard cuz he went to prison

Man got knocked outut and started twitchin

Aye Aye


[Outro: INK]

Brrrrrr

Dublin city

Coolock,Finglas, Ballymun

Yeah

INK

Sluudeepa