Bad Intentions Video (MV)

Shell cartel

Yeah, that's Ink
Shout out the black box
86 gang
Cullen, Flinglas and Ballymun
Yeah

Crank that knives 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 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
And its back to the bando countin' stacks
Got weed yeah uh box to the finest
Mans in the crop house just like scyliss
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 merk 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
F*ck your cars bikes are faster
Paid in full catch that bastard
All of my packs are wrapped in plastic
86 gang elastic bandits
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 staps they ain't no villains
You man a get dumped and slumped on the footpath
Open the door man a see gun man
Ski masks on black out with pun pack
Anything I say in my rhymes I done that
This is Dublin check the statistics
Man a get dipped out here just like biscuit
Man a hear thunder man a hear gun clap
Slap his bitch like a dirty scum bag
Aye aye

All of their gang get purged
Man a put out fire when he go to church
Man a get chopped in chef like ?
Red dot, head shot man a 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 they got bombs
And we blow everyone of them motherf*ckers to bits
Better watch your mouth you f*cking little thick
Man a get clapped in the pub when he drinking Guinness
All of my thugs are dreamin', 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 on me
And none of them boys are known in the scene
Its clear to me why you hide your face
Cuz' you don't want your ma to be disgrace
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 knockout and he started twitchin'
Aye aye

Brr
Dublin city
Cullen, Flinglas, Ballymun
Yeah, Ink

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