Ballymun 2001 Versatile (Ft. Costello of Street Literature)

[Hook: Eskimo Supreme]
Straight of the bat
Them London bitches love the Dublin accent
It only took me two words all I said was "What's happenin?"
Now I'm in the jacks getting brain from Kate and Jasmine
I know where to go if I ever end up a has-been
I rake it in, unpack the packs and count em by the ton
I keep it raw like Ballymun in 2001
I'm known to disappear, I've made more women cry than cum
I'm like the only Irish rapper with the hired gun

[Verse 1: Eskimo Supreme]
Straight fact
These cunts will never give you a breather
The neck of bleedin' half of you's even asking me for a feature
What am I, a charity shop?
Do you's wanna be carried to the top?
Now get the fuck out of the DM's, get out and work for your spot
I'm taking everything I can but I'm not taking prisoners
She like to like and blow the thing like its a Rizla
Her fam don't like me, D7 they're all Cabra heads
I sold her brother some zimmos now he's a tablet head
Yellows, Prozac
All these, toe rags
I fucked the country up the arse until it prolapsed
Who let this little muppet front and centre?
I'll leave this kip abandoned like the Crumlin Shopping Centre