Black Bin Bag Him - Grim Sickers

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Lord knows I’ll have him, black bin bag him

Biggie and Pac him, Jamaican tan him

Ratty and jam him, Riko Dan him

Big Flowdan him, run up on man and grab him

Tempa T pan him, MaYHem splash him

Send man’s soul to a whole next planet

Headtop’s gone, disappeared and vanished

Kicks start flying like

Man ah come in like E3, so Bow

Devons, Roman Road

Boop boop, my manor flow cold

We tell a boy go home

One mic, pure growth

Shutdown, Lord knows

Blap blap, off with your torso

Man are like oh no

I’ll stick her, smash and liff her

Shove my stainless next to her liver

Box and ship her, drop and kick her

Show me the morgue and trust me, I’ll bring her

Six foot fling her, gravestone bury

Have a girl bawl for Jesus and Mary

Swing her by her cane row, push her out the window

Watch her headback collide with the lamppost

When I start ploughing, man shout «'llow him»

He brought beef but I brought a cow in

Eat him, chow him, screaming «ow» him

Jme blam him, Lethal pow him

Dem man are not in, us man are now in

Lord of the Mics, I’ll already start bowing

Let man tell him that I took out him

When I dead him, man were wowing

Royal

You tryna see me?

Tell man get a ladder

I’ve got a next flow that I call Darkboi

Come through, make MCs scatter

My G

There’s not an MC that are on my level, man

You will get the wum wai lung tung deng seng weng seng

Man would’ve thought it was Devilman

Black bin bag him, chop off the top, real quick leg drop him

Headtop pop him

Put him in the boot then take my shopping

Find any river anywhere then drop him

Think I’m joking?

I ain’t Chris Rock-ing

Dash dead body in an open coffin

Did you think cuh the beat sounds like Batman

It was my flow that they could’ve been robbin'?

Blacked out, blacked out, looking like a shadow

On this ting, certi, moving raggo

Man telling me stop rushing like Draco

My man’s rigid cause they’re moving paro

Oh deep, yeah we drown him shallow

Man beefed then he ducked from the battle

When shots fly, you whip like arrows

Gotta bring the little Captain, that’s Sparrow

Run up and black bin bag him, I’ll murk him

One time purge him, left man hurting

Search party, YouTube, nobody’s searching

That’s why I don’t care about a version

Man must’ve thought it was jokes till I burnt him

Ain’t my business, I move like Kermit

Out for the belly, one shot till I burst shit

365, know I put work in

Yo, body in the clash

I will body you and body anybody in a clash

I will body you and put your body in a bodybag

I will body anybody that will never body man

It’s Row D, body in the clash

I will body you and body anybody in a clash

I will body you and put your body in a bodybag

I will body anybody that will never body man

Oi, blud, this ain’t Film4

So why’s he acting on film for?

I’ll bury eight MCs in the clash

Pull out the cam, film four

Like 'why you losing on film for?'

Dead, I would rather film floors

The way that I think man wanna turn silent

We’ll lick man’s head off the film

I rep for my town like Hatter

Red T-shirt on my skin like Mata

What’s the matter?

I’m badder than badder

All over my shit like I ain’t just met her

Smoking a zoot, saying life’s much better

When I’m in the manor, I’m Dubzy Snazz

When I’m in the manor, I’m still Jesse James

You just change, that’s that shit I don’t like

I’m ahead of ya

I’m the grime scene predator

I don’t give two shits for your camp

Cause you and your man ain’t here, are ya?

Batty boy, inferior

Boy better know who the fuck we are

I said WAVE, all in your area

I said WAVE, all in your area

I don’t necessarily talk first

I get the last word, nigga, regardless

Old school, now they wanna tell me I’m heartless

Cause I end careers, that’s never been hard

Sound exhaust, never been a warlord

I don’t wanna hear talk about a car park

Where’s your car?

Run over it in the car park

Talk bars, get spun over in a car park

You don’t make no P, you’re blagging

Soldiers gassing, ain’t caught Osama Bin Laden

Verse in the upper city trapping

Happy slap him, canister that gets him lagging

Murk him, unwind and wrap him

P’s a paedo, gyal and the child be shagging

Someone stab him

I’ll get Sickers to Tesco bag him

biggest one

Me and Grim in the set like Big and Pun

Now the road ting, fam, you ain’t did it once

Have a 16 strapped for the biggest cunt

Don’t talk your greaze, rudeboy, you ain’t did it once

Cause I swear I’ll have him, white girl tan him

Twelve v. eight black him

Fist to fist ting, I’ll bang him

Didn’t really want it, you salad

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him

Black bin bag him