H.O.O.D

Here, tell him Who's the most violent person you know except Arlene? (Ha, ha, ha) Oh, that would be you kid (ha, ha, ha, ha), respect Focain caite amach arís Barraíocht piontaí le barraíocht snaois Equals a cocktail bread for unleashing the beast Oíche mhór amach fuinne, at least Troid eile, he's beating some fella Tá an R.U.C. anseo anois and it's for saoirse na Cilla Fucked into the back of the Jeep He falls asleep He does it every week Tiocfaidh ár lá, get the Brits out lad! A one way ticket please, I've lost my bus pass Isteach san offie, he's looking some tins, man Ag cailleadh focan foighde anois man "Keep her lit ta fuck or fuckin' fuck off," Jesus said on the cross Two tins of Boost, 20 fegs, and the fuck it's still lost Who's next? Me, miss, son, would you like a bag? For your shopping not your nose, I see your ankle tag Fuck you curfew, dislocated eye-socket Overnight cop shop with two grams in his pocket Just his reputation, now he's done for being a rocket In his dreams ten millimeter, loaded I'm a H.O.O.D Low-life scum, that's what they say about me 'Cause I'm a H.O.O.D Low-life scum, that's what they say about me A dog with a job, ah, what the fuck is that? When our poor Micky's just sitting in the flat Sipping on his cans and smoking rollies 'Cause all the best jobs are taken by doleies 20 black, yeah craic! And mo spliff achan lá Beat the fash then the sesh, get that note off my car Isteach anois, hide the stash, mugged her purse san áit Ach ar dtús, cúpla líne, sula n-éiríonn seo aisteach Jah, it's gonna be a bloodbath It's gonna be a bloodbath It's gonna be a bloodbath (It's gonna be a bloodbath) Throw a hook, a jab, and a boot I sneak a quick toot, then I fire another boot For calling me a fruit, for trying to take the loot Well, Billy won't be bothering any more hoods 'Nois cúpla ceist, do you want it in your chest Or your knees, or your head? DJ Próvaí has the lead You can beg, you can plead, you can tell us what we need You can change your name, but you're all the fucking same I'm a H.O.O.D Low-life scum, that's what they say about me 'Cause I'm a H.O.O.D Low-life scum, that's what they say about me I'm a H.O.O.D Low-life scum, that's what they say about me 'Cause I'm a H.O.O.D Low-life scum, that's what they say about me