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grim sickers - sian's studio lyrics

[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
j-panese 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 s-x
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 f-cking 3
baby sitting for your aunty
f that sh-t, 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 j-panese…
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

- grim sickers lyrics

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