Lyrics

Yeah, stick it on him until he can't stand up I'll start raining on his wig like dandruff Round the corner, what's that? That's mad stuff Slumped him there, don don should've manned up Hundred bagged up, fifty bagged up Black bin bag him, make sure you get bagged up Bedroom bagged up, whole crew bagged up Bet against Grim till your bank gets bankrupt Crew'll get nyammed up, spin a top boy, that's another two bags up Swag don't match up I'm Merky times M, that's Ghost Writer Catch Up If my bars sound old, go away and come back two weeks in a row, that's another new batch up Top boy clapped up, neck get grabbed up Chest get stabbed up I was writing bars with the mandem bagged up And don't question Sickers 'less you got the answer Broken bones, whole body get plaster Man tried to stab me, I stabbed him faster Ting went in like an iPhone charger Put some serious work on your father Lay man down all next to his father Man didn't know I was a serious barrer Send man way down the road like Farah Fuck that, man ain't catching Grim like Farah Fuck that, put your hands on your head like Farah Man don't want no crud, no drama Man wanna say my name in the booth? Dangle man from the tallest roof Better than him? That's a hundred percent true Realest dons don't know about you Hundred bags when I jump on the tune Send man's soul to the fucking moon One-inch punch make your chest plate move Don't call out my name if Grim don't trouble you No comeback when the white sheet covers you Take out one, I'll schedule the other two Take out every single fucking one of you Man wanna know why I talk that crud But my arms still ache from the shovel and mud Arms still ache from the spade and dirt Dig an MC six feet in the earth Funny thing is, could've been a lot worse Could've been blacked-out in a packed-out church Nan asked me why I don't go church Just know I sold out to Magnums and herb Leave man bleeding all over the curb Leave man bleeding all over the stairs No comeback 'cause your diss got air Yeah, let me make that clear Yeah, let me make that clearer Took man up with the Shard to Ameera Back off, don't come one step nearer I'll put four on your back like Vieira Fuck that, put nine on his back like Shearer Yeah, you wan' talk that reck? You can end up slumped, you can end up dead I'll be running up steps There'll be no way out, no right or left Via balcony edge, you best hear what I said Yeah, decapitate heads, left to rot in shed Send a million shells in your back and chest I'll be bodying man, no arms and legs Bloodbath on steds, real gruesome deaths Bare copper and lead for your unknown death When I speed off bless in the unmarked reg And if you ain't dead then you're definitely injured I've got the belly, now everybody's winded Banged and missed, missed him by inches, I'm itching Run up on man like Linford Man are making Christmas Draw for the sharpest tool in the kitchen Caught him, gripsed him, chinged him Picked him up and binned him Man ah mek a man sing, that's Sir Cliff Richard Couldn't give a fuck about the weights he's lifting You'll get slumped for the girl you're lipsing Lead on the floor, laid out, floor-kissing Might get found by somebody pissing Might get found by somebody fishing I said fuck that, you're fucking mad Anything I spray is a hundred Zs Nah, anything I spray is a hundred bags Send man's soul to the moon and back Intenstines all hanging out on your lap Put some serious work on your dad Lay man down all next to his dad Sickers