Ballistic

[Intro]

It's Rynsa Man

[Verse 1: Grim Sickers]

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

Your 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

[Verse 2: Hitman]

Yeah, I get wheels, dem man don't

The wordplay that I pack is cutthroat

Mention my family, there's no hope

Man ah purchase a big ting and turn man ghost

No, it ain't magic when your headtop floats