Scorching Again - Versatile

Sick of all these young fellas, acting like birds

Bunch of fuckin' lick arses, now its absurd

What happened to the shootings and stabbings at night?

These days kids now are too afraid to fight

Afraid of their life, to have a fuckin' knock

Afraid of their life, to sell a bit of rock

Afraid of their life, to represent the block

Afraid of their life, to take a couple shots

Fuck that

Outburst pal, we had a change of heart

Ripped all our Gucci apart, ripped our Versace apart

Brand new start

Were going back to scaldy, going back to toe rag

Yeah, yous will all see, but you didn’t know that

On a stolen bike pal, with a fucking low kaf

Floatin' around, scopin' out a couple hoes baps

Let’s make, this place, Dublin

Scorchin' again

Let’s make, this place, Dublin

Scorchin' again

We’re going back to Air Max, going back to Reebok

No more Gucci tops, lookin' like a peacock

Hit me up at Depop

Sellin' every wardrobe, free of charge

Size range medium to large, no cash or cards

We call them pigs, don’t call them Gards

We call them rats, cunts think they’re hard

Kids these days need to clean up they’re acts

Instead of lookin' for likes, should be lookin' for stacks

Lookin' for harmless victims to attack

Too many kids concerned how they look

Get back to the nineties, people getting fucked

Drinking cans, wearing hand me down trackies

Fake rings on they’re hands, fake brands no tan

Nowadays, fake tan, real brands, supposed to be boys

I don’t understand, just be a fucking man

Let’s make, this place, Dublin

Scorchin' again

Let’s make, this place, Dublin

Scorchin' again

Let’s make, this place, Dublin

Scorchin' again

Let’s make, this place, Dublin

Scorchin' again

Too many restaurants, fuck all chippers

Fuck all scumbags, too many hipsters

Too many pictures, slaughtered with filters

Fuck all blokes, working jobs as builders

When did Dublin get so bad?

It’s too long since I’ve got stabbed

I just want to get sliced up, and thrown in the back of a van

Where the fuck are all the scumbags?

Where the fuck are all the dumb spas?

Everybody’s being all sound and nice

And you know that’s making me sad

The typical youngfella looks like this

Teeth white, in fake tan and a quiff

Where shit tops that don’t even fit

Looks like a wanker, talks like a prick

I haven’t seen a ronnie in about three year

About three year, I haven’t seen a ronnie

A joint in the polly, or the bag of the bobby

Why is everyone wrapping up and using the johnnies, nope

We can’t have this, this can’t go on

Were losing Dublin, the size of me shlong

Wheres all the gats at?

Wheres all the bags at?

Hugo Boss caps, and moths with fake baps

Wheres your ronnie at?

Wheres your ronnie at?

Wheres your ronnie at?

Wheres your ronnie at?

Wheres your ronnie at?

Someone stab me

Wheres the shootings?

Stop being faggots and cause a nuisance

This the movement, I’m out of here time to rob a Spanish student