Fuck me, I didn’t see the bastards coming
A black car hidden on the hill and them inside
No chance at all they’ll get my bag of MD,
Because I have a party tonight and the RUC aren’t welcome.
And without a doubt, I’m excited
Going down on the snuff again and again,
And I won’t stop until morning because I don’t settle down
And I got a big bag of ket instead of my rent
You’re not fucking listening to me, this is a fucking joke
I’m trying to be at the part with you eating a few yokes,
Doing a couple of lines of the fine white powdered coke
And the end of the night will come and we’ll all be going for a smoke.
But if we’re caught today it’s us who’ll have out eyes down
Because the big furious pigs are on our tracks
And the dull people of Maghaberry will be on our asses
I told you, that’s the reason for the Balaclava
They can walk. Walking they’ll change nothing.
I have the best ‘gear’ in Belfast for a long time,
Coke, speed and marijuana
Coming in from the Connamara mountains.
Partying with Tinky Winky and Seamus Barra,
I won’t stop from winter to spring
I sell snuff to your granny, your son and your friends
That pays off my holidays in Falcarragh.
There’s no town that we’re not in right now,
Cork, Derry, and even D4
Destroying the place to be rich
Then doing white stuff with the stars of TG4
So get going now, and let’s hurry,
Because I’m too sober right now,
And we’ll be going until morning with Rónán Mac An Rí,
Because fuck the rules at RTÉ
Chorus x2
R.I.G.H.T.
I don’t give a fuck about any Garda
A lit joint, I’m too fast,
You won’t see me standing too long.
Micí Mire and us were taken on the way
Because I gave the dirty Garda a smack,
I had to run through the town and hide
Because I had 10 kilos of coke taped to my chest.
That’s not to say that I was scared
Sure I don’t pay my toll on the M50,
And we’ll continue on until every tear is finished,
Legal grass in fucking United Ireland
“Young man we caught you damaging public property,
And you are coming to the station so we can talk properly”
You’re talking to Kneecap we couldn’t care less,
I do be on your mother’s Facebook wanking like fuck,
Struggling with my breathing because your sister is wet
Giving your dad a battering and me naked.
Because for a long time now I’ve been out of my mind,
I’ll do a little bit in front of you,
Whoever happens to be part of your life,
I break every rule except ‘broad with broad’.
Chorus x 4