Death Penalty - Ghetts, Grim Sickers

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