Sir Spyro - Jack Sickers 2 lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Sounds of the (Gundam) Jack'Um [Verse 1: Nasty Jack] So I'm still jacking, solo lacking Wanna get P money? Gotta bring black in I'm a rudeboy, never catch me napping I don't really hear about hoes and trapping I don't really rate dem man likkle stacking Man are badman, about skeng, I'll slap him Think 'bout dread when you think 'bout rapping Think 'bout weight when I think 'bout wrapping Money, money, money, I will get petty Blind on the riddim something like Fetty Any time I rain down like confetti Snipe like Wesley You're a rude kid but you're not ready Ryu hurricane kick to the belly What kind of belly? Call your boss, get him on the celly Anyting Jack want, Jack go get it [Verse 2: Grim Sickers] No comeback on a white sheet cover shoot Take out one, I'll schedule the other two Take out every single f**ing one of you Man wanna know why I talk that crud I'm so ape, tryna shovel that mud I'm so ape, fill a spade with dirt Dig an MC six feet in the earth Funny thing is, could've been a lot worse Could've been blacked out on a packed-out church Nan asked me why I don't go church [?] hurt Leave man bleed all over the curb Leave man bleed all over the stairs No combat so he just got aired Yeah, let me make that clear Yeah, let me make that clear [Verse 3: Nasty Jack] No, you won't get weight, something like Young Spray Future, I don't wanna hear about segway Back to the future, Doc Browns Slap MCs, make 'em float like a hoverboard, get spaced Know when I set pace Make guys fall to the ground like a deadweight Stone cold elevate Punch up guys till their soul dem elevate War with a stick if you're my enemy Big up my frenemy, man ah man are belling me Man ah man have got no manners like Jeremy Man ah man have got talent, man are like h**n After I bury him I will bang man's wife, John Terry him Bomb boy strapped to the chest and send him in Everybody run out, any man get him I will put a don down like ketamine [Verse 4: Grim Sickers] Bit of teeth on the curb and Stanley Any verse I spit is a bag, yeah Zip MCs up all in a bag, yeah Rags, MCs hanging off the ceiling Boys going rotten till the room's all reeking House all looking you can go trick-o-rtreating Beat man's girl while he's next door sleeping Sending for Sickers right now is a mad ting One headbu*t will have 'em migraine skanking Grim's on a mad ting, two sips of Magnum Black Bin Bag Him was the rasclart anthem Get the f** off, Lee, let me at him Kick him in the ribs till his lungs can't manage Headlock man till his heart goes flatline That don't work? Get the sock like mankind f** your YouTube, f** your cosign [Verse 5: Nasty Jack] Dem man are big time clowns, dem are jester R-A-W, dem man are prester Got shooters in Brummy and Leicester Could've been a big mic man like Skepta True say a badman ting, man ah kept up Yeah, I went jail and locked down sector Yo, Donovan, come lend me a sector k** MCs to compare like Specter Leave soundboys in a concrete structure Grime genius, welcome to the lecture Come to the dojo but it might dead ya Leave no clues for the MET inspector Boys in blue, can't help when I set ya Not on my level, no, cuzzy, you left up Walk in, duppy from time you stepped up Jackson ain't got a tinie tempah [Verse 6: Grim Sickers] All questions, Sickers says you got the answer Broken bones so your body in plaster Man says he stabbed me, I stabbed him faster Ting went in like an iPhone charger Put some serious work on your father Lay man down all next to his father Man didn't know I was a serious barrer Send man way down the road like Farah f** that, man ah catch him, Grim like Farah f** that, don't want no trouble, no drama Aim for the head, man call that the bullseye Blood's on the wall, I got caught by the poolside If it ain't man you get caught [?] Karma acts, don't react on a poor guy Man tried sticking up fists in a sword fight Man got out, all they saw was the chalk line