Pinch - Screamer lyrics

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Pinch - Screamer lyrics

[Intro: Riko Dan] Original badboy business [Verse 1: Riko Dan] Rise up, mi ah di screamer Dem know mi ah go send fi di eater Mi rinse off mi gun right in front of Peter True, mi ah di farrda, see me as a teacher See me getting dark, I be cold like a freezer Man wanna ask inna bloodclart feature Mi bad like k**er [?] Bun an informer, gun ah go squealer Tell me who's harder, tell me who's realer Boy, see mi larma? That's a skin peeler And you are p**y like red hot [?] p**y ah go bloodclart dead Mi no care if you par with [?] Becuh mi badder than everyting in ya p**yholes can't tek man fi idiot You nuh see that? p**yhole, you can't tek man fi idiot [Verse 2: Riko Dan] Stop screaming My yout, I'll make the shots start streaming Inna the war pot, fam, I put the beef in Inna your bloodclart face, I put my feet in Still getting better, couldn't say that I was peaking n***a, I'm a boss ting, standing like a meek ting I'mma bring the heat in Lick it off, fam, I'mma [?] beating Leave a n***a breathing, f**ed up, wheezing Till you on the floor with your headtop leaking Face all bruised up, throat cut, bleeding Attila list, to me, that's all pleasing I'm seething Too many idiot MCs tweeting Half of these p**yholes don't know the meaning Half of these p**yholes don't know the real ting Yeah, that's why I'm seething [Break: Riko Dan] Original badboy business [Bridge: Riko Dan] If dem ever try test my sound Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown Run out of dance, get run out of town Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown If dem ever try test my sound Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown Run out of dance, get run out of town Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown If dem ever try test my sound Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown Run out of dance, get run out of town Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown If dem ever try test my sound Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown Run out of dance, get run out of town Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown [Verse 3: Riko Dan] No frills, no airs, no graces But I put copper inna soundboys' faces Anytime, bare different places Playing hard but I'm seeing that you fake it No frills, no airs, no graces But I put copper inna soundboys' faces Anytime, bare different places You playing hard but I'm feeling that you fake it Man are hardback, could never break it In a dance, man see me and hate it Cause I go hard when I spit and I'm amazing I start fires with the bars, I'm blazing You can ask Ibi or Marc or Brazen I get dark with the bars, no gazing Old school n***a like a dancing [?] [Break: Riko Dan] Original badboy business Man like Pinch inna di place again Riko Dan di London City Warlord inna di place again Yes Pinch, badboy ting