Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Penalty , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Momentum 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
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 |