[Verse 1 Scorcher] Yo, respect the .38 or step through the pearly gate When I raise the murder rate up here And everybody that heard will wake up and skawk through the windows Smell gunsmoke when the wind blows So work with a word of wisdom Your body wont work and it will probably jerk When the shells go right through your nervous system [?] But nothing the doctor does can stop the blood When they cut your clothes off and then have to mop you up Bullets shoot over you breathe over you Heavy enough to break the news As someones son didnt make it through You better make it true Because his friend might get it he tried to run But the skeng might get him inside the lung Nobody wont phone you eithers, because there wont be no survivors Ill send your soul to the holy Christ, cuz And make your head up float like a poltergeist does Just hold that mic, cuz Cause I dont wanna do no backtoback Cause after you say something that I dont like on my mic You wont go back to rap I got man around thatll bring a van around, like you aint see ransom Ill phone [?], tell him dismantle you push it in til it drips on the handles No flesh wounds, red shoes, prayers, hymns, [?] Sick shoulders copping sick goons So whenever you gloat like that, [?] Strap, and it dont jam Like no flag comes out when the stick goes bang Call up the Spartan gang We loves the odds hold up the thugs and bang Dodge the shots Theres no mistake with a crosshair, youll end up dead with your crosshair We love to shank, poke man more time So you dont know how much [?] [Verse 2 Terminator] Im so disrespectful that if I couldnt find you and I looked for you Ill turn into mental dude And do something mental to you like let me think Ill smash your grandmas tombstone in several pieces Ill pay someone to cut up all your mothers nieces Ill violate your mother, send her to Spartan regions Then in couple months, collect compensation Cause youre a direct target youre on the market For me to find and tarnish Ill grab and stay calm And its T. And cause carnage Ill cause carnage I sell bodyparts with me at Hackney market Then I ride back Tescos, buy tonnes of bleach And clean bloodstains off your mothers carpet
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