Wee Johnny
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๐ Lyrics
Here wee lad you've got the look of your da
But it doesn't sound like youre saying for God and Ulster,
It sounds like your saying fucking tiocfaidh รกr lรก
Are you supporting the Taigs wee lad
Are you supporting the ra?
Are you a fucking traitor?
Do I have to cut open your neck with a rusty razor?
Wee Johnny you're a mad dog,
You should pray to your dads god
'cause if you come back to Belfast
We'll blow your fuckin caps off
'cause you sound like a dirty wee Fenian in your rap songs
Are you prepared to get shot son?
You're disrespecting our fuckin cause
In your speeches ye fuckin eejit
Can't believe it
You're not even a fucking Fenian
This is treason,
We have every reason
To stick a gun into your knees
And put a bullet through
And leave you bleeding
Ya wee shit ye!
Here Johnny are you fuckin mad
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da
And you used to be a good wee lad
What the fuck happened to you?
Here Johnny are you fuckin mad
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da
And you used to be a good wee lad
What the fuck happened to you?
Don't tell me you think I've got weak raps
There's people overseas
That wanna see me kneecapped
For the shit that I've spat
But imma keep spitting distance
Like a true Irish soldier
Roamin through the streets of Britain
I speak like a Christian
For the systematic system
So put a fully automatic in my hands
And watch me blitz them
None of the bullets will miss them
Every single one will hit them
I'm not playing when I'm spitting
But I'm not British I don't come from Britain
I was just born on the British side of the divison
In this Irish prison.
I wish I was living high in the skies above this blizzard,
But I'm not I
I might catch myself a deep incision
Into my flesh from a British blade
My da was in the UVF,
But I'm not British made a
You have to go back to the roots
If you're looking for the facts
And if you're seeking for the truth mate
Now I smell the shit on your boots mate
Here Johnny are you fuckin mad
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da but
And you used to be a good wee lad,
What the fuck happened to you?
Here johnny are you fuckin mad men
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da
And you used to be a good wee lad,
What the fuck happened to you?
But it doesn't sound like youre saying for God and Ulster,
It sounds like your saying fucking tiocfaidh รกr lรก
Are you supporting the Taigs wee lad
Are you supporting the ra?
Are you a fucking traitor?
Do I have to cut open your neck with a rusty razor?
Wee Johnny you're a mad dog,
You should pray to your dads god
'cause if you come back to Belfast
We'll blow your fuckin caps off
'cause you sound like a dirty wee Fenian in your rap songs
Are you prepared to get shot son?
You're disrespecting our fuckin cause
In your speeches ye fuckin eejit
Can't believe it
You're not even a fucking Fenian
This is treason,
We have every reason
To stick a gun into your knees
And put a bullet through
And leave you bleeding
Ya wee shit ye!
Here Johnny are you fuckin mad
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da
And you used to be a good wee lad
What the fuck happened to you?
Here Johnny are you fuckin mad
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da
And you used to be a good wee lad
What the fuck happened to you?
Don't tell me you think I've got weak raps
There's people overseas
That wanna see me kneecapped
For the shit that I've spat
But imma keep spitting distance
Like a true Irish soldier
Roamin through the streets of Britain
I speak like a Christian
For the systematic system
So put a fully automatic in my hands
And watch me blitz them
None of the bullets will miss them
Every single one will hit them
I'm not playing when I'm spitting
But I'm not British I don't come from Britain
I was just born on the British side of the divison
In this Irish prison.
I wish I was living high in the skies above this blizzard,
But I'm not I
I might catch myself a deep incision
Into my flesh from a British blade
My da was in the UVF,
But I'm not British made a
You have to go back to the roots
If you're looking for the facts
And if you're seeking for the truth mate
Now I smell the shit on your boots mate
Here Johnny are you fuckin mad
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da but
And you used to be a good wee lad,
What the fuck happened to you?
Here johnny are you fuckin mad men
You're gonna get locked up longer than your da
And you used to be a good wee lad,
What the fuck happened to you?