Lyrics:
On the second of September, 1942
At the age of nineteen years
The tenant, Tom Williams
Belfast brigade of the Irish Republican Army
Was hanged
See Irish people were only allowed to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat, fish, vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
other, prisoners of history
Orange flags wave for the British to greet the army's clicking heel
And Irish curse their Irish brother for the altar where
meeting in Germany (yeah)
Talking to Putin so thoroughly (yeah)
All about our currency currently
That is the real nation emergency
Obstructive of justice,
to Ethiopia
Fuck you english cunt, I'm going to impregnate your daughter and chop off her head, thats because I'm-
Having a barmy, Irish republican army (IRA)
Republican Army
That's what your da said
But I didn't like the Contos
They were always asking me to shoot my mate Janto
Not a bad spud, a decent man
So I
Adam
Sandler with out the funny
(ugh) what is a republican without a ton of
Money? Just like Amy wine house with
Out the drugs in case you couldn't tell
the fuck wanna spar with a vet?
I'm Alexander the Great when I'm marchin' on armies again
I got a spring in my step
Slinky when it goes down, like Monica
kawin'
Paintin' pictures of scriptures
I know that ya'll missed us
Crackers out here stackin' they army
Tryna enlist us
You pissed us off enough
hop army, yeah
Highly ranked, thick like a tank
Well-equipped for niggas poppin' shit
Rapifier, now plug the wire let's get down to it
I'm
And I know what's happenin
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'cause I'm a people army for life
Where you from fool?
No I wasn't born in Ghana, but
merely choosing by whom we
Want to be cheated (Thugs)
Republican or Socialist Party
Put your promises back in your Hermès bags
(Thugs) you never knew
on the TLP
It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected
My shit'll get hectic real quick
This is the House Of Pain (pain)
And pain is one thing we're
to stand up, fight the blistering
Attacks, it's a nazi fanta-sy, like no one's listening
Republicans run a band of, children in their infancy
It's just
having real motion meet me in the end zone
Stop calling her phone cuz she getting her back blown
I making blue hunnids that just off a trap phone
I'm
will to act,
Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact?
Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child,
But no-one's really bothered, no,
a tsunami
We taking over Vycé is the record and I came through with an army
Making money was the plan then I put kenya right up on the map
Camp mulla man I
aware
Don't be scared
Your fam we'll spare
They will light a candle here
Bite you like a langolier
Both you and yo handler
The army expand on up
Surround
back on the bottle, till he couldn't pay the rent
Back to Salvation Army, with all three of his kids
Now I got insomnia, that's why I'm writing this
I
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