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i bhfiacha linne - kneecap lyrics

(“any c*nt in this f*cking pub owes me anything is getting f*cking done”)

aw f*ck, here comes lads that don’t pay up
they make me do bad stuff
try make me look like a city boy
well fruit, i’m paying enough

[verse]

tá an droch ar a couple of grand
big bang, i’ll be at the front door
there’s three shadows, you’ll know what for

give it two seconds while i blow off your chops
móglaí bap is a dangerous chap
mar tá le fáil and i’m scoping them out, wha
but their tills are fleeced

what you talking sh*t for? can see a brand new
ps5 in the cornеr
‘nois sin go leor [?] leis
time to go, a lil tarantino
a little green bag, switch blade and an ako
mo chara, próvaí, get the rake, go
[chorus]
i bhfiacha linne
caillfidh tú do chuid bhfiacla
stick their mouth down onto the pavement
‘gul do seo ann a bhí [?]
3cag, pop and drop you like jenga
(kaboot, slán)
chúirt [?] do mham (h*llo)
cas [?] i mo lámh
fiaclóir? no, no, (tá) a bhfiacla glan

[verse]

no longer the one*stop shop for pr*cks to profit off of our stock
now i’ve got some hippie by the fringe, the wee c*nt makes me cringe
(…)

(murder, rage)
ní gá daoibh seo a dhéannamh níos deacra
táimid anseo do reeling [?] ar do shakra
an dtuigeann tú, dig her too
strangle if i have to
lips through your eyes, bloodshot like a rasta

asphysixiate ye or chuir shot in ya
beidh tú ataithe
mar tá mé cleactaithe
ag céasadh na c*nt seo ina bhfuil smachtaithe
[chorus]
i bhfiacha linne
caillfidh tú do chuid bhfiacla
stick their mouth down onto the pavement
‘gul do seo ann a bhí [?]
3cag, pop and drop you like jenga
(kaboot, slán)
chúirt [?] do mham (h*llo)
cas [?] i mo lámh
fiaclóir? no, no, (tá) a bhfiacla glan

[verse]

do mháthair walked in shocked
ní bheadh inár bhialann ar bith ag tabhairt amach

two boots to the door, táimid anois i do theach
bainfeadh mé nike air max de do mhac
your van and your toaster were taken, the lot
“but i need that for work because it’s all that i’ve got”
aw f*ck, fear bocht, wee stinge, down on his luck
at night he’s ‘cus kneecap are taking all of his stuff

f*ck it, we’ll make it more
lads yis are owed a score
‘is tá sibh ag fágáil anocht la fáil twenty quid
le seo ag dul thar lear
[chorus]

stick their mouth down onto the pavement
‘gul do seo ann a bhí [?]
3cag, pop and drop you like jenga
(kaboot, slán)
chúirt [?] do mham (h*llo)
cas [?] i mo lámh
fiaclóir? no, no, (tá) a bhfiacla glan

[chorus]
i bhfiacha linne
caillfidh tú do chuid bhfiacla
stick their mouth down onto the pavement
‘gul do seo ann a bhí [?]
3cag, pop and drop you like jenga
(kaboot, slán)
chúirt [?] do mham (h*llo)
cas [?] i mo lámh
fiaclóir? no, no, (tá) a bhfiacla glan

- kneecap lyrics

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