Kell Brook - Grim Sickers

Yeah, stick it on him until he can’t stand up

I’ll start raining on his wig like dandruff

Round the corner, what’s that?

That’s mad stuff

Slumped him there, don don should’ve manned up

Hundred bagged up, fifty bagged up

Black bin bag him, make sure you get bagged up

Bedroom bagged up, whole crew bagged up

Bet against Grim till your bank gets bankrupt

Crew’ll get nyammed up, spin a top boy, that’s another two bags up

Swag don’t match up

I’m Merky times M, that’s Ghost Writer Catch Up

If my bars sound old, go away and come back two weeks in a row, that’s another

new batch up

Top boy clapped up, neck get grabbed up

Chest get stabbed up

I was writing bars with the mandem bagged up

And don’t question Sickers 'less you got the answer

Broken bones, whole body get plaster

Man tried to stab 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

Fuck that, man ain’t catching Grim like Farah

Fuck that, put your hands on your head like Farah

Man don’t want no crud, no drama

Man wanna say my name in the booth?

Dangle man from the tallest roof

Better than him?

That’s a hundred percent true

Realest dons don’t know about you

Hundred bags when I jump on the tune

Send man’s soul to the fucking moon

One-inch punch make your chest plate move

Don’t call out my name if Grim don’t trouble you

No comeback when the white sheet covers you

Take out one, I’ll schedule the other two

Take out every single fucking one of you

Man wanna know why I talk that crud

But my arms still ache from the shovel and mud

Arms still ache from the spade and dirt

Dig an MC six feet in the earth

Funny thing is, could’ve been a lot worse

Could’ve been blacked-out in a packed-out church

Nan asked me why I don’t go church

Just know I sold out to Magnums and herb

Leave man bleeding all over the curb

Leave man bleeding all over the stairs

No comeback 'cause your diss got air

Yeah, let me make that clear

Yeah, let me make that clearer

Took man up with the Shard to Ameera

Back off, don’t come one step nearer

I’ll put four on your back like Vieira

Fuck that, put nine on his back like Shearer

Yeah, you wan' talk that reck?

You can end up slumped, you can end up dead

I’ll be running up steps

There’ll be no way out, no right or left

Via balcony edge, you best hear what I said

Yeah, decapitate heads, left to rot in shed

Send a million shells in your back and chest

I’ll be bodying man, no arms and legs

Bloodbath on steds, real gruesome deaths

Bare copper and lead for your unknown death

When I speed off bless in the unmarked reg

And if you ain’t dead then you’re definitely injured

I’ve got the belly, now everybody’s winded

Banged and missed, missed him by inches, I’m itching

Run up on man like Linford

Man are making Christmas

Draw for the sharpest tool in the kitchen

Caught him, gripsed him, chinged him

Picked him up and binned him

Man ah mek a man sing, that’s Sir Cliff Richard

Couldn’t give a fuck about the weights he’s lifting

You’ll get slumped for the girl you’re lipsing

Lead on the floor, laid out, floor-kissing

Might get found by somebody pissing

Might get found by somebody fishing

I said fuck that, you’re fucking mad

Anything I spray is a hundred Zs

Nah, anything I spray is a hundred bags

Send man’s soul to the moon and back

Intenstines all hanging out on your lap

Put some serious work on your dad

Lay man down all next to his dad

Sickers