Correction Lyrics [INK] Plugged In Freestyle by INK #86

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Plugged In
Yeah that's INK
Coolock, Finglas and Ballymun
Shout out all my 6ers locked up, free BL, shout out Mr. Wot, shout out Fumez, shout out Pressplay

Handting there man comin' like Wuhan
Back that nank there, hit him with a Flu Jab, aim for his durag, sh*tbag ain't comin' back like 2Pac
Sticky one still man just like BluTack, pullin' up yeah with all of my hitters, spinners, hit him, watch man buckle up in that dinger (Uhh Uhh)
I been in the trap, everything gold now even the wap, no cap
Man get kneecapped, and left with no caps
Don't watch man, creep him up he'll get stabbed, leave man leaking up with that shank
Beat him up like Van Damme, you b*t*hes ain't keepin up with my gang, evil one I got plans
Fry him up in that pan, huah, tie him up in that van
Fly it out like I'm Batman, get him
Glide around with that shank, man 20 rock there with a guy with a proof
Heard your gang is fake it's a lie, it's a spoof
That accent's fake, it's phony bro, nose come long like Pinochio
I dunno, I dunno
This one sounding bogey bro, you only done drills in the studio
Heard man's a faggot, he only gets drilled in his bootyhole
All of these guys are gems, yeah all of these guys are gems
They never done work, they never seen skengs, they all pretend they live in the ends
Just came back with an ounce of crack man whip that sh*t in a council flat
Tell that sap in your crew better take that mask off
You don't wanna see big INK get ga**ed up, man's on boxin', you don't wanna lose that top son
Get smashed in the face and left with a nose like Hopsin
Heard you and your Ma hold hands in church on a Sunday
If I walk in the church man I'd burst into flames
Gypsy one, put a curse on his name
Heard you and your gang they be kissin' on man
Even if I squashed the beef I ain't touchin' your hand
Rear arm spitter, jump off the bike with the ra**clart spinner, put gas in the dinger, man walk in the pub and gla** that prick while he's havin' his dinner
Back that chinger, Tiocfaidh ár Lá, yeah the day will come
Drop that bomb and the thing go boom
Throw him in the boot and holes get plugged in, kill him with the fumes
Hit him with the broom, pour me a pint of the black stuff
Trust me man, none of their gang are active
Clap that wap off, this one here man imported from Krakow
Pu**yboy, bro you're actin' soft
You're not English, bro your accent's off
Godfather, yeah Marlon Brando
All of my gang stay armed in the bando
Armed with waps, armed with Rambos
Trading places, Morty and Randall
Spray painter, yeah spray up the place like vandals
Let it go, let it go, snap that neck yeah man will get strangled, mangled
Hit him with a wand like Gandalf
Disrespect, yeah break that walking stick on your Grandad
Lily put hickey on mickey, she wanna get jiggy with willy 'pon t**ty like Diddy
Rear bang bang, man get him like Biggie
You see me, gyal Ayala come to me sweetie
This one have ET looking like RiRi
One six-bop she get wet and leaky
Espa hama there don't get cheeky
All of them boy there way too neeky
Don't get snaked 'cause I'm way too sneaky
Fumez the Engineer
Yo, Kilvertz on the track

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