Ireland (i/ˈaɪərlənd/; Irish: Éire [ˈeːɾʲə]; Ulster-Scots: Airlann [ˈɑːrlən]) is an island in the North Atlantic. It is separated from Great Britain to its east by the North Channel, the Irish Sea, and St George's Channel. Ireland is the second-largest island of the British Isles, the third-largest in Europe, and the twentieth-largest on Earth.
Politically, Ireland is divided between the Republic of Ireland (officially named Ireland), which covers five-sixths of the island, and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom, and located in the northeast of the island. In 2011 the population of Ireland was about 6.4 million, ranking it the second-most populous island in Europe after Great Britain. Just under 4.6 million live in the Republic of Ireland and just over 1.8 million live in Northern Ireland.
The island's geography comprises relatively low-lying mountains surrounding a central plain, with several navigable rivers extending inland. The island has lush vegetation, a product of its mild but changeable climate which avoids extremes in temperature. Thick woodlands covered the island until the Middle Ages. As of 2013, the amount of land that is wooded in Ireland is about 11% of the total, compared with a European average of 35%. There are 26 extant mammal species native to Ireland. The Irish climate is very moderated and classified as oceanic. As a result, winters are milder than expected for such a northerly area. However, summers are cooler than those in Continental Europe. Rainfall and cloud cover are abundant.
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Coordinates: 52°03′36″N 0°20′54″W / 52.06002°N 0.34836°W / 52.06002; -0.34836
Ireland is a hamlet in the civil parish of Southill, Bedfordshire, England.
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We go get it right or we don’t get it at all
What
Let’s go
(Verse 1)
Is my lifestyle reckless or my mind has departed word around the city is
that people think I’m retarded don’t get me started who farted I did but
I’m blaming it on you I’m off topic now so back to my point of view now I
can talk all day until my face turn blue but it’s up to you to know what
rumors are true I’m a terrorist I make bombs in my mamas house I got 3 baby
mamas single with no spouse seems like every day my name in somebody’s
mouth so now you clueless you niggas know what I’m talking about texting my
phone claiming to be my baby momma it’s bad enough that my girlfriend likes
the drama she all on twitter acting like I don’t know she’s an undercover
hoe so smash that bro now I’m the harsh guy with a big nappy fro so
unexpected so now what you take me for?
(Chorus)
Who really want it? Who really want it with me? Who trynna hate? Are you
talking bout me? Cuz I’ll do it homie get a beat down for free cuz I’ll do
it homie get a beat down for free yea. (x2)
(Verse 2)
Niggas wanna see me fall I be watching they hating that salty taste up in
their mouth is what I’m anticipating these mainstream rappers a little too
touchy feely kissing each other on the mouth giving out wet willies rappers
wearing girl pants that aint hip hop false flagging wannabees that’s got to
stop I’m always trynna say something but people talking about me like I’m
outside hoeing on a sex spree I heard you had sex with your girl’s best
friend and you and your teacher tried to get it in Dj? That nigga is a
maniac his rap style is whack and I think he on crack the way he wears his
hair his girlfriend is fat loud and ghetto not to mention she black he
broke with no money getting played like a dummy working one day a week I
think it’s so funny
(Chorus)
Who really want it? Who really want it with me? Who trynna hate? Are you
talking bout me? Cuz I’ll do it homie get a beat down for free cuz I’ll do
it homie get a beat down for free yea. (x2)
(Verse 3)
It must be my fault that people always talk about me cuz im so trusting and
female lusting tryna be rough and tough it’s not enough, but what they
don’t know is that I’m taking steroids to get buff I beat on girls it’s
called roid rage I’m bi-polar and that’s just the first stage uno dose
threce I don’t speak Spanish but I’m the best at getting y’all to talk crap
that I never confessed meaning not true a.k.a. false allegations so much
dirt on my name I’m running out of patience I thought if I kept quiet they
wouldn’t mention me hilariously my incorrect belief that’s why I’m erratic
unstable causing dramatic static with civilians who think I live in an
addict I’m problematic the sound of a semi-automatic knock niggas off grids
like a crappy schematic yea
(Chorus)
Who really want it? Who really want it with me? My ears open are you
talking bout me? Cuz I’ll do it homie get a beat down for free cuz I’ll do