Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Bin Bag Him , by - Grim SickerzRelease date: 15.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Bin Bag Him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Lord knows I’ll have him, black bin bag him |
| Biggie and Pac him, Jamaican tan him |
| Ratty and jam him, Riko Dan him |
| Big Flowdan him, run up on man and grab him |
| Tempa T pan him, MaYHem splash him |
| Send man’s soul to a whole next planet |
| Headtop’s gone, disappeared and vanished |
| Kicks start flying like |
| Man ah come in like E3, so Bow |
| Devons, Roman Road |
| Boop boop, my manor flow cold |
| We tell a boy go home |
| One mic, pure growth |
| Shutdown, Lord knows |
| Blap blap, off with your torso |
| Man are like oh no |
| I’ll stick her, smash and liff her |
| Shove my stainless next to her liver |
| Box and ship her, drop and kick her |
| Show me the morgue and trust me, I’ll bring her |
| Six foot fling her, gravestone bury |
| Have a girl bawl for Jesus and Mary |
| Swing her by her cane row, push her out the window |
| Watch her headback collide with the lamppost |
| When I start ploughing, man shout «'llow him» |
| He brought beef but I brought a cow in |
| Eat him, chow him, screaming «ow» him |
| Jme blam him, Lethal pow him |
| Dem man are not in, us man are now in |
| Lord of the Mics, I’ll already start bowing |
| Let man tell him that I took out him |
| When I dead him, man were wowing |
| Royal |
| You tryna see me? |
| Tell man get a ladder |
| I’ve got a next flow that I call Darkboi |
| Come through, make MCs scatter |
| My G |
| There’s not an MC that are on my level, man |
| You will get the wum wai lung tung deng seng weng seng |
| Man would’ve thought it was Devilman |
| Black bin bag him, chop off the top, real quick leg drop him |
| Headtop pop him |
| Put him in the boot then take my shopping |
| Find any river anywhere then drop him |
| Think I’m joking? |
| I ain’t Chris Rock-ing |
| Dash dead body in an open coffin |
| Did you think cuh the beat sounds like Batman |
| It was my flow that they could’ve been robbin'? |
| Blacked out, blacked out, looking like a shadow |
| On this ting, certi, moving raggo |
| Man telling me stop rushing like Draco |
| My man’s rigid cause they’re moving paro |
| Oh deep, yeah we drown him shallow |
| Man beefed then he ducked from the battle |
| When shots fly, you whip like arrows |
| Gotta bring the little Captain, that’s Sparrow |
| Run up and black bin bag him, I’ll murk him |
| One time purge him, left man hurting |
| Search party, YouTube, nobody’s searching |
| That’s why I don’t care about a version |
| Man must’ve thought it was jokes till I burnt him |
| Ain’t my business, I move like Kermit |
| Out for the belly, one shot till I burst shit |
| 365, know I put work in |
| Yo, body in the clash |
| I will body you and body anybody in a clash |
| I will body you and put your body in a bodybag |
| I will body anybody that will never body man |
| It’s Row D, body in the clash |
| I will body you and body anybody in a clash |
| I will body you and put your body in a bodybag |
| I will body anybody that will never body man |
| Oi, blud, this ain’t Film4 |
| So why’s he acting on film for? |
| I’ll bury eight MCs in the clash |
| Pull out the cam, film four |
| Like 'why you losing on film for?' |
| Dead, I would rather film floors |
| The way that I think man wanna turn silent |
| We’ll lick man’s head off the film |
| I rep for my town like Hatter |
| Red T-shirt on my skin like Mata |
| What’s the matter? |
| I’m badder than badder |
| All over my shit like I ain’t just met her |
| Smoking a zoot, saying life’s much better |
| When I’m in the manor, I’m Dubzy Snazz |
| When I’m in the manor, I’m still Jesse James |
| You just change, that’s that shit I don’t like |
| I’m ahead of ya |
| I’m the grime scene predator |
| I don’t give two shits for your camp |
| Cause you and your man ain’t here, are ya? |
| Batty boy, inferior |
| Boy better know who the fuck we are |
| I said WAVE, all in your area |
| I said WAVE, all in your area |
| I don’t necessarily talk first |
| I get the last word, nigga, regardless |
| Old school, now they wanna tell me I’m heartless |
| Cause I end careers, that’s never been hard |
| Sound exhaust, never been a warlord |
| I don’t wanna hear talk about a car park |
| Where’s your car? |
| Run over it in the car park |
| Talk bars, get spun over in a car park |
| You don’t make no P, you’re blagging |
| Soldiers gassing, ain’t caught Osama Bin Laden |
| Verse in the upper city trapping |
| Happy slap him, canister that gets him lagging |
| Murk him, unwind and wrap him |
| P’s a paedo, gyal and the child be shagging |
| Someone stab him |
| I’ll get Sickers to Tesco bag him |
| biggest one |
| Me and Grim in the set like Big and Pun |
| Now the road ting, fam, you ain’t did it once |
| Have a 16 strapped for the biggest cunt |
| Don’t talk your greaze, rudeboy, you ain’t did it once |
| Cause I swear I’ll have him, white girl tan him |
| Twelve v. eight black him |
| Fist to fist ting, I’ll bang him |
| Didn’t really want it, you salad |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |
| Black bin bag him |