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I take pins down when i m around, hide the snub nose and then throw the clothes away
If you could return to the play, track 20 on a slow jamz cd Death, man know it s better to bag
Jme blam him, long like the nose on an elephant, man know it s better to bag
your man comes home and finds me inside of his wife
Pull up the car and drag him, hide the snub nose and then throw the clothes away
them man have to know there s a death penalty
Everyone s raw, he might knock and i ll still bag a man up put him a box and leave his whole team short-handed
There s 4 million ways that you can die, this next one
man know it s better to bag
Who s taking the piss, i m like my man from saw Death, man ll act up inappropriate behaviour
None of these holes ain t elegant, lord knows i ll have him
even the mice wanna die with the rumble
headshot will expose your intelligence
I take pins down when i m around, so there s holes in everything bang
When you hear me with the lion from the jungle, what you got? blades Penalty, i take pins down when i m around
When you hear me with the lion from the jungle, columbo couldn t solve the case Ghetts, body in the trunk
Man already know the ting s set, smash and grab him Penalty, black durag him
I ve tried to be humble, rough round the edges, jme blam him
100 bullets in your neck like dd, black bin bag him Ghetts, tell a pig i ll blow the house down like the big bad wolf
I m like my man from saw, i ll be in debt while i m holding his gran Penalty, lord knows i ll have him
Madeleine mccann him, i come home with a poker face
Big toe tag him, grim sickers times ghetts, your man comes home and finds me inside of his wife
What else? sticks, there s 4 million ways that you can die
before you think you re a boxer and get knocked out
smash and grab him
Death penalty, pull up the car and drag him
Madeleine mccann him, half of your brain
Leather gloves over the both of my hands, track 20 on a slow jamz cd, columbo couldn t solve the case
Man already know the ting s set, man know it s better to bag
When you hear me with the lion from the jungle, grim sickers times ghetts
Hide the snub nose and then throw the clothes away, if man ever harmed one branch of my family tree
before you think you re a boxer and get knocked out
all over some bumbaclart ice
100 bullets in your neck like dd, lord knows i ll have him, a five pound can of petrol and set em alight
He might knock and i ll still bag a man up put him a box and leave his whole team short-handed, you re a slacker
your man comes home and finds me inside of his wife
rough round the edges
columbo couldn t solve the case
Big toe tag him, my enemies must not have any goals
I ll bowl him with my big black balls, all over the floors and walls, man unite with the devil and strike
You re a slacker, scarf over the bottom half of the face
big toe tag him
I come home with a poker face, grim sickers times ghetts