Sian's Studio

[Verse 1: Grim Sickers] I'll spin man like Kane What kind of Kane? Wrestling Kane Not that Kane, N.A.S.T.Y Crew Kane Colombian 'caine, Abel and Cain Michael Caine, Harry Kane Sugar cane, walking cane All type of Kane, everyting Kane Man get hit with the end of the cane, yeah I'll slap man like Ronda, what type of Ronda? Not that Ronda, in the hood Ronda Single mum Ronda Five man packed out in a Honda What type of Honda? Street Fighter Honda Japanese Honda, all type of Honda I go away and come back like Ghettster I go away and come back like Monkstar Ting in the jeans What sort of jeans? All-black jeans Bootcut jeans, bootcut jeans So blood don't show when the drop gets messy You've got ten on your back like Messi What kind of messy? Not that messy Bruckshot Teddy, not that teddy Rude Kid Teddy, Silencer Teddy Nah, man will get bodied What type of bodied? Klitschko bodied Not that bodied, Dirty Den bodied Hitler bodied Ayy, ayy, six foot in the ground all bodied Roll Safe, not that safe What kind of safe? Ten bags in a rasclart safe [?] Na, all you do is bread Hard dough bread, tiger bread White loaf bread, brown loaf bread Instagram bread, Facebook bread [?] bread, Snapchat bread Tumblr bread, all sort of bread Everyting bread, man wanna bread Man will get hit with the end of the (Bread) (Mad, how's man following this up now?) [Verse 2: Jme] Yo, trust me fam, you watch me You watch me like I'm on TV You watch me like I'm what's next You watch me like I roll with your ex You watch me like a eBay listing You watch me like the opposite sex You watch me like you wanna have... Trust me, fam, you watch me Because I'm psycho like Susan Boyle Because I drop gems like Frankie Boyle Because I drop gems like Haz drops lemz Because I drop gems like when Knuckles Chief man up on the start of Sonic 3 You watch me 'cause the whip is 'leccy Sun-roof open, blaring Fekky You watch me like I'm on your screen BBC, BET ITV, Sky Movies CBB, ABC MTV, NBC In my business like Sky News HD You watch me like I'm fucking 3 Baby sitting for your Aunty F that shit, you can't see me Can't see me, infrared waves Can't see me, CASISDEAD's face Can't see me, your iris is torn Can't see me like Japanese... Can't see me on the Instagram Can't see me like CapCom's glitch Can't see me no more, I'm gone Can't see me like my name's John [Verse 3: Grim Sickers] Yeah, Lord knows I'll have him Black bin bag him Big toe jack him [?] Black durag him Jme Blam him [?] Smash and grab him Black the car then jack him I'll chop him up in Tesco bag, rah Run up on man, no whining 0789229 him You'll get stung for them tweets you're typing You'll get stung for the girl you're riding Na, I don't like him On sight him Broad daylight him Nab man's ... Chalk outline him Laid man down like new floor tiling Like new floor tiling (Trust, moving right now) (Jme, Grim Sickers, Kane Remix, you get me? Shut ya mat') [Verse 4: Jme] Is if you drink Typhoo or Tetley This flow's so sick it will uppercut Kimbo Slice, Jackie Chan and Jet Li You people are gonna respect me, I bet I'll make you respect me This flow's deadly, it will resurrect Bruce Lee to be the famous Deadly The only day that I don't put in no work is the 30th of February Do not .. with my money, it can be ten bags or 10p I used to live off my overdraft but now the account is never empty All the supporters rep me and half of them ain't even met me [Verse 5: Grim Sickers] Yeah, [?] Run up on man, yeah two year ban Tag team [?], that's Sickers and Jack Come to the rave with a bat on my waist I push wait 'til my arms done ache Black bin bag, I ain't got a safe And we split bread, you already know Yeah we spitted Kane, ended the rave Hey, you best hope and prey Permanent body-bag, put 'em in a grave Yeah, stop with the fronting I get the wheels like BMX stunting You'll get tucked in for thinking you're above Grim I'll get the pillowcase, I'll smother him Tell him to tell him that I run tings 'Cause I'm [?] You'll get floored face first like Hatton You'll get cut like cars in the slow lane The flow petrol, fire and propane I ain't here to play no games I went for a top boy from a no name Swinging MC's with my sword and silver Man talk crud, get caught in the field Thinks that I won't but I know that I will All this buzz and no album deal Sickers ay, that's the new gen' [?], how can you mute him? You'll get two-hundred Hadoukens Mixed with 2D Duke Nukem And I've got a black jacket like [?] You MC's ain't got no peesies MC's ain't got no PRtists Look around, they're talking the hardest Stupid MC's like [?] I flew along like a new shape Beemer Twelve chains every year like Easter When I MC I look like Brock Lesnar I'm that grime scene [?] like Leicester [?] Wanna book Grim, need forty-eight bags Move that jigger, I'll steak at the back Ay, I said black bin bag [?] All of that Hundred bags [?] trap Sickers (Trust, yo) [Verse 6: Jme] I was like "Brap" Had a Nokia 3110 and it had WAP No colour screen Didn't rate the mandem on TV I used to think 'I wonder what Bushkin and Mighty look like?' I was in the rain, upside down pushbike Fixing my chain I was too young to roll to the raves