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Selected song name: Black Bin Bag Him
Singer Name: Grim Sickers
Lyrics written by: Grim Sickers

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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 sh*t
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 sh*t 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 sh*t I don't like


I'm ahead of ya
I'm the grime scene predator
I don't give two sh*ts for your camp
Cause you and your man ain't here, are ya?
Batty boy, inferior
Boy better know who the f**k 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, n***a, 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 ga**ing, 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 c**t
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