"Guns" lyrics

Hello? Maxie?
Yes?
Yeah, alright Maxie, what's the craic?
You fucked, ya? What, do you need money?
Yeah, I'd love to
But, uh, on a serious mate, I, uh, need to sort some fella out
Think I need a shooter
No, no, no. I don't do that mate, go see someone else, ya?
Well, the—that's the truth of it mate, uh
There's no one else, and, uh, you owe me
You right fucking cunt for fucking my sister
Uh, fuck, come on out and I'll see what I can do
How far do you want to take it
Well to be honest I was, uh, thinking a right proper horror show
I wanna make some real trouble for this mug
Three hundred
Three hundred? Fuckin' hell mate, that's a bit excessive
You want it, you pay for it. You don't? Fuck off

If you want it you don't—you don't—fuck you
Listen, you silly bastard
I'm gonna come round there and I'm going to cut your throat with a-fucking-vengeance
If you don't play nice
A hundred quid and that's it - do you understand?
Hello? Maxie? (Get fucked)
Did you just fucking hang up on me?
You fucking cunt
You miserable bastard
I fucking know where you live you cunt-faced cunt
Listen you cunt, I'm going to come to London, don't fuck me with me

Cunt! (Get fucked)
Cunt! (Get fucked)
Cunt!

Well to be honest I was uh, thinking a right proper horror show
If you want it you don't—you don't—fuck you
Listen, you silly bastard
I'm gonna come round there and I'm going to cut your throat with a-fucking-vengeance
If you don't play nice
A hundred quid and that's it - do you understand?
Do you understand?
Hello? Maxie?
Did you just fucking hang up on me?
You fucking cunt
You miserable bastard
I fucking know where you live you cunt-faced cunt (Get fucked)
I fucking know where you live you cunt-faced cunt (cunt [11x])

You fucked? What do you need? Money?
(Get fucked, get fucked)