| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper
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| Midnight, midnight, creeper, creeper
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| Run like Bolt in 100 metres
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| Guns’ll spark, I’m a beater, beater
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| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper
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| Then I’m off in a three-litre, litre
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| This tune pumping through the speaker
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| Revenge is so much sweeter
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| I can get deeper
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| I can get darker
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| Just like Prodigy
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| I’m that firestarter
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| I’m here to stay
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| Just like a permanent marker
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| I wanna fight my ting
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| I can make a man do the lambada
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| I can make a big man do the limbo
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| Could’ve been Silva, could’ve been Kimbo
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| Man better breeze just like the wind blow
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| I’m gonna show you a ting, bro
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| Cause in this war
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| There’s no backing out
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| Think it’s a joke?
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| Watch when I back it out
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| Lick man down
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| Then I’m off in the whip
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| Quick getaway
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| I’m on the A406
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| I’m back in the bits, I’m back in the bits
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| I’m bunning a spliff, I’m chilling with chicks
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| I’m live in the mix, I’m live in the mix
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| Don’t give a monkey’s, don’t give a shit, I’m a
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| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper
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| Midnight, midnight, creeper, creeper
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| Run like Bolt in 100 metres
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| Guns’ll spark, I’m a beater, beater
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| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper
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| Then I’m off in a three-litre, litre
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| This tune pumping through the speaker
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| Revenge is so much sweeter
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| Don’t let me catch man slipping
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| Don’t let me catch man slipping
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| If I ever catch man slipping
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| If I ever catch man slipping
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| Make a man sleep
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| Make a man kip
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| Pull up in a tinted whip
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| And I’m letting it rip
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| Survive a bullet, have you got the ability?
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| Nah, you ain’t got the agility
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| Man have got weaponry used in the military
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| Don’t watch face, don’t watch the facility
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| That’s why you’re shook
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| In your yard, hiding out
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| It won’t be long
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| Before I find it out
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| Come out your yard
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| Fight it out
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| Cause you’re on your ones
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| Don’t chicken out
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| I thought you was a rudeboy scout
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| You’re the one that was running your mout
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| Grim reaper, I’m lurking about
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| Grim reaper, I’m lurking about
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| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper
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| Midnight, midnight, creeper, creeper
|
| Run like Bolt in 100 metres
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| Guns’ll spark, I’m a beater, beater
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| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper
|
| Then I’m off in a three-litre, litre
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| This tune pumping through the speaker
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| Revenge is so much sweeter |