Rude Kid - Spartan Gang lyrics

[Verse 1: Scorcher] Yo, respect the .38 or step through the pearly gate When I raise the murder rate up here And everybody that heard will wake up and skawk through the windows Smell gunsmoke when the wind blows So work with a word of wisdom Your body won't work and it will probably jerk When the shells go right through your nervous system [?] But nothing the doctor does can stop the blood When they cut your clothes off and then have to mop you up Bullets shoot over you; breathe over you Heavy enough to break the news As someone's son didn't make it through You better make it true Because his friend might get it; he tried to run But the skeng might get him inside the lung Nobody won't phone you eithers, because there won't be no survivors I'll send your soul to the holy Christ, cuz' And make your head up float like a poltergeist does Just hold that mic, cuz' Cause I don't wanna do no back-to-back Cause after you say something that I don't like on my mic You won't go back to rap I got man around that'll bring a van around, like you ain't see ransom I'll phone [?], tell him dismantle you; push it in 'til it drips on the handles No flesh wounds, red shoes, prayers, hymns, [?] Sick shoulders copping sick goons So whenever you gloat like that, [?] Strap, and it don't jam Like no flag comes out when the stick goes 'bang' Call up the Spartan gang We loves the odds; hold up the thugs and 'bang' Dodge the shots There's no mistake with a crosshair, you'll end up dead with your crosshair We love to shank, poke man more time So you don't know how much [?] [Verse 2: Terminator] I'm so disrespectful that if I couldn't find you and I looked for you I'll turn into mental dude And do something mental to you like (let me think) I'll smash your grandma's tombstone in several pieces I'll pay someone to cut up all your mother's nieces I'll violate your mother, send her to Spartan regions Then in couple months, collect compensation Cause you're a direct target; you're on the market For me to find and tarnish I'll grab and stay calm And it's T. And cause carnage I'll cause carnage I sell body-parts with me at Hackney market Then I ride back Tesco's, buy tonnes of bleach And clean bloodstains off your mother's carpet