Offaly

I couldn't think of any songs to write, so I just left ya hangin But truth be told, my music's still bangin' And anybody that disagrees is objectively wrong I will lyrically kill you and leave your toe tag hangin I still am the man from Offaly, Tullamore, Daingean Don't forget Clara, too, the way I'm rappin' Got me feelin' like packs of two, I mean tupac "Who you gettin' smart with?" dumbass I'm gettin' smart with you Look, man, here, I'm really gettin' tired of the yip-yap This Joshua fella lost some weight, where his tits at? Shoot at me, you feel the kickback Sick raps puttin' in the work like a six-pack My tracks are really where the shit's at, click clack blaow If I see you listenin' to my music in public, turn that shit up loud It's a fuckin' sound, ha-ha-ha If you can't get rid of me, lads No matter how hard you try, I'm still fuckin' here The best thing is, you can't see me either Ha-ha, yo