Death Penalty
Oi, this next one, yeh
Nu: Gen on the beat, yeh
Death Penalty, featuring Grim Sickers, yeh
Let's go!
Ay Ghetts, man already know the ting's set
What, MCs wanna call my name?
Them man have to know there's a death penalty
You see me? I'm like my man from Saw
There's 4 million ways that you can die
Choose one 100 bullets in your neck like DD
Grim Sickers times Ghetts, don don
Man already know the ting's set
Scarf over the bottom half of the face
And I don't care if you got an army in place
Got a funeral hearse and a casket arranged
Who's taking the piss?
You'll be left in a cubicle, curled up
Half of your brain
All over the floors and walls
The toilets look better in blood red
The walls have ears and the doors inform
So there's holes in everything
(bang, bang, bang)
Big ones, rough round the edges
None of these holes ain't elegant
Strap, long like the nose on an elephant
Body in the trunk
Headshot will expose your intelligence
Dumbo! Columbo couldn't solve the case
I come home with a poker face
Hide the snub nose and then
Throw the clothes away
Man know it's better to bag
A five pound can of petrol and set 'em alight
You wanna play games? 11-a-side
Man unite with the devil and strike
I'm in another man's city, no home advantage
One shot, man'll bring out his feminine side
So go ahead, cross me
I'm upfront, one touch, bang!
Palacio on the back of the dome
My enemies must not have any goals
I catch man in my zone, what is it?
Death penalty yeah, lord knows I'll have him
Black bin bag him, big toe tag him
Madeleine McCann him
Pull out a nank and stab him, black durag him
Jme blam him, MJ bad him smash and grab him
Pull up the car and drag him
I'll chop him up and Tesco bag him, nah
Leather gloves over the both of my hands
Around the same time when
They opened the bank
If man ever harmed one branch
Of my family tree
I'll be in debt while I'm holding his gran
Kidnapped, fool
Tell a pig I'll blow the house
Down like the big bad wolf
If not, I'll bowl him with
My big black balls, strike
I take pins down when I'm around
So I've got an enemy's
Spouse on my Blackberry you're a slacker
Ain't you proud of what you found?
Track 20 on a Slow Jamz CD
Your man comes home and finds
Me inside of his wife
Man, let me get my brief, at least
Before you think you're a boxer
And get knocked out
With your girlfriend ring-side, chief
I've tried to be humble
But somehow, everyone's raw
When you hear me with the
Lion from the jungle
Even the mice wanna die with the rumble
Madagascar, Madagascar
What I mean is man are gassed up
Man are gassed up, man'll act up
Inappropriate behaviour
All over some bumbaclart ice
(What you got?) Blades (What else?) Sticks
He might knock and I'll still bag a man up
Put him a box and leave
His whole team short handed
It's me, GHE, the people's bandit
If you could return to the play
You'd be instantly murdered again
Death penalty yeah, lord knows I'll have him
Black bin bag him, big toe tag him
Madeleine McCann him
Pull out a nank and stab him, black durag him
Jme blam him, MJ bad him smash and grab him
Pull up the car and drag him
I'll chop him up and Tesco bag him, nah