Fuckers at The Wall

Aways at Castle Black, tellin me
"Jon Snow ain't bout this, Jon Snow ain't 'bout that"
My boy a Brother of The Nights Watch on the Old Gods and them
They say that bastard don't be puttin in no work
SHUT THE FUCK UP, y'all smallfolk ain't know SHIT
All y'all motherfuckers talkin about
"Jon Snow ain't no hitter, Jon Snow ain't this, Jon Snow a fake"
SHUT THE FUCK UP, y'all don't live with the lord commander
Y'all know he got caught with valyrian steel,
cutting down wights and shit
Boy been training with a master-of-arms since, fuckin', I don't know when!
Motherfucker, stop fuckin playin playing him like that, them wildlings savages out there!
If I catch another motherfucker talkin sweet about Jon Snow, I'm fuckin beatin they ass!
I'm not fuckin' playin' no more! You know he roll with Grenn and them