GBH by Children of Lir Lyrics
[Verse 1: Westwood Menace]
Can’t be afraid to get dirty
Always have the razor embedded in the Hurley
Send him limping to the ER
Course weren’t just Beds lining the hallways
Use the bands from E
Tie him down like a butcher
Man want beef, got nothing on a Ruger
Been round the country
Front of the Bora
Back of the court
Ev looked at the juror
Keeping tabs number one Tony Nash
Flake a mans cut follow through give a good lash
Your puffer looking punctured
Call the Michelin Mans tire looking ruptured
"Oh don't touch her"
Oh swear
Country Clean stay diving at the dumpster
Running through these ends you can smell it next door
Burning through this turf
The lads run ahead
Turns out yer pulling some shit scorched earth
I blaze up
Then sit down
Cause the green fogs up my balance
Now pay up
Or stay down
You’ll see why they call me callous
[Verse 2: Menthiesel}
Heaving steam on the court
Under the basket, you can't mask it
Shouts A and N the coaches
Know Menthiesel's gone and ran it
Truth be told I'm halfway through the pearly gates
It's drastic
But if there's open shots on sight
You think I'm going to pass it?
I'm not the type for violence
But I'll put an opp boys body on silent
If you know me well, you know I'm down for peace
I only write this
I'm joking, always joking
It's not me who's going to find him
Got the iron loud things loading, bang
Menthiesel's sick of fighting
I'm limo lito'd
Favours like my name was Vito
Ate these beats up
You'd think that I'm on keto
At last, at last
Drilling screws like the ghost of Christmas past
See a ghast straight through the cobbles
Yeah, yeah, I'll make it blast
I got real drillers asking
Like who am I to drill?
'Cause I hop on IG Lives
When Menthiesel has time to kill
Dropping albums out and the boys are back
And the boys have time to chill
If I see an opp in public
Make that opp blood spill
Can’t be afraid to get dirty
Always have the razor embedded in the Hurley
Send him limping to the ER
Course weren’t just Beds lining the hallways
Use the bands from E
Tie him down like a butcher
Man want beef, got nothing on a Ruger
Been round the country
Front of the Bora
Back of the court
Ev looked at the juror
Keeping tabs number one Tony Nash
Flake a mans cut follow through give a good lash
Your puffer looking punctured
Call the Michelin Mans tire looking ruptured
"Oh don't touch her"
Oh swear
Country Clean stay diving at the dumpster
Running through these ends you can smell it next door
Burning through this turf
The lads run ahead
Turns out yer pulling some shit scorched earth
I blaze up
Then sit down
Cause the green fogs up my balance
Now pay up
Or stay down
You’ll see why they call me callous
[Verse 2: Menthiesel}
Heaving steam on the court
Under the basket, you can't mask it
Shouts A and N the coaches
Know Menthiesel's gone and ran it
Truth be told I'm halfway through the pearly gates
It's drastic
But if there's open shots on sight
You think I'm going to pass it?
I'm not the type for violence
But I'll put an opp boys body on silent
If you know me well, you know I'm down for peace
I only write this
I'm joking, always joking
It's not me who's going to find him
Got the iron loud things loading, bang
Menthiesel's sick of fighting
I'm limo lito'd
Favours like my name was Vito
Ate these beats up
You'd think that I'm on keto
At last, at last
Drilling screws like the ghost of Christmas past
See a ghast straight through the cobbles
Yeah, yeah, I'll make it blast
I got real drillers asking
Like who am I to drill?
'Cause I hop on IG Lives
When Menthiesel has time to kill
Dropping albums out and the boys are back
And the boys have time to chill
If I see an opp in public
Make that opp blood spill