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dj big mikee - shutdown kings lyrics

[chorus: hitman]
man are straight shutdown kings
man are straight shutdown kings
everybody get out the way
when man come and shut down tings
man are straight shutdown kings
man are straight shutdown kings
everybody get out the way
when man come and shut down tings

[verse 1: hitman]
don’t take me for a numpty
get your head cracked, but it ain’t humpty
’nuff man gwan like they’re wicked on mic
but in the ends, some of them ain’t even comfy
i don’t wanna hear no talk ’bout family
i’ll run man down, i can do it cross-country
sharpshooters, blow man out his onesies
don’t think you’re safe ’cause you’re chilling at your mumzy’s
goons dem will run up on your house, no long ting
ransack safes, everybody’s getting hunted
you can get your skin fried but it ain’t dumplings
bally on his head, have the whole place jumping
bloodclart sh-llers, i ain’t into the stunting
’nuff man are gas, their instas fronting
violation, it could resort to a gun ting
around road gs that i don’t think are dumping

[verse 2: grim sickers]
yeah, show no remorse
when blood starts dripping like hot pepper sauce
dump in a bush, no sp-ce in the morgue
leave an mc cold, flat on the floor
you can get duct tape, you can get sello
you can get amir khan and canelo
i’ll run up on man like “h-llo”
kick man in till he’s black and yellow
i’m a shutdown king like joseph
but the one that was beating out mary
how can you act like you don’t know this?
last two days, i’ve been scary
don’t wanna hear no talk or jargon
i’ll be swinging, bare-chest like tarzan
give me two sixteens and i’ll clart him
i’ll send man’s soul to the market

[verse 3: hitman]
don’t come with the badman talk if you do molly
man go missing just like where’s wally
shower man ting but i don’t need a brolly
man wanna bread me like “yo, donny”
i ain’t one of those type, don’t try, sonny
no one could ever tell me what to do
if you never put a likkle food in my tummy
i don’t wanna hear what food you shot
if you can’t pay a one bill for your mummy
round here’s coming like the wild, wild west
youngers are rolling with the .44 longy
’nuff man don’t even know about hard life
dem man dere are still living with their mummies
i don’t wanna hear no gas on the roads like
coming on tracks, talking about bodies
don’t retract, i don’t wanna hear no sorries

[verse 4: grim sickers]
kick him on the floor, man, till he can’t move
can’t be grim that you’re talking to
throw man off from a bird’s-eye view
l!ck off his head like kweff kwaff kwoo
grab man up, tie man to the rail
turn the whole ting into vybz kartel
l!ck man with the bottom of the martell
earn a few bob like a quick car sale, yeah
i’m back on the roster
i’ll start going cantona and costa
l!ck off your head like guinness and foster
spin an mc like dj roska
turn the ting into shane mcmahon
64 start rain down on your clart
you will get pierced in your liver and heart
you will get a push like a car jump start

- dj big mikee lyrics

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