Beef (feat. Ronnie Eggs) Video (MV)

I'm not eating on beef son f*ck that
No blood on these hands send a rump back
Not feeding on flesh that's dead meat
Eat plants lad wrap it in a fresh beat
I don't suffer no fools kid f*ck that
Done filling up balloons I gotta pop back
Dark black snap crackle popping off the rhyme pad
Finish with a lime twist and serve it in a pink hat
So what's a craic I'm uppa top a these stairs
Shuffling the pack inside my villainous lair
This my debonair era check the silk on these flares
I got the wickedest kicks and my pick of these snares sheesh
Kebab yamming in my phone, cute, no sauce
Mute phone calls shhh don't talk balls
No balls no bite f*ck wrong song
Heads shot must be suckin on the wrong bong
Come back later with a new set a golf clubs
Classic misdirection and a myriad of problems
Butt plugs go in the holes in the sink
Get your google out the gutter
Uisce beatha be the drink
This the 1 4 zero son via where the wind blows
Always on road you can see me when I say so
I lay low and you be fulla hot air that's the reason you be wheezy when I'm gassing these wares
Puff puff pass out get the backing tracks out maybe that's the reason why you have to wear a mask now
I can't lie probably hide my face too if I was out here making moves like some these wanky wee fools
It's a one step two step and left right left
I been digging out the gold n now there's not a lot left
But them gack ranks swole and all the rest can go f*ck
Barking at the wolf when you walk among pups
I'm not eating on beef son f*ck that
No blood on these hands send a rump back
Not feeding on flesh that's dead meat
Eat plants lad wrap it in a fresh beat
I don't suffer no fools kid f*ck that
Done filling up balloons I gotta pop back
Dark black snap crackle popping off the rhyme pad
Finish with a lime twist and serve it in a pink hat
R o double N ie Eggs
Back from the dead with a f*cked up leg
Bolts in my neck screws loose in my head
Spreading rum and raz jam on toppa eggy dip bread sourdough
Bit is it really tho sweeter than treacle dip my finger in your cereal
Killer on the beat I'm the villain of the piece
Gotta break a few waves to make an omelette on the beach
Don't I? Or do I? Is that the question
Well who been asking? I'm only messing
8 yolks deep since 10 past 9 I got an interview at 12 and then your mum be round at 5
It's the free range lone ranger teaming up with Gack
I got my finger on the trigger and a target on my back
Take all little these soldiers and make em into toast
Ronnie's on the grill again serving up the flows
So leave it to the pros
I'm not eating on beef son f*ck that
No blood on these hands send a rump back
Not feeding on flesh that's dead meat
Eat plants lad wrap it in a fresh beat
I don't suffer no fools kid f*ck that
Done filling up balloons I gotta pop back
Dark black snap crackle popping off the rhyme pad
Finish with a lime twist and serve it in a pink hat