[Verse 1: Grim Sickers]

Sickers, I'll start moving like Hitler

Concentration camps, that evil wickedness

That way off the Richter, all-black winter, motion picture

Shots like Adriano at Inter

Ricochet just missed by a whisker

Get lost in the crowds like Simba

Sickers, mi na ramp, mi na linger

Gears of War, RD, I'm still firing

All-black lighting then

Swing, swing, swing, till my muscle start tiring

Slip and sliding, ducking and diving

Strings get pulled like violin

Civil or violent, Jammz, MicTy him

Souls starts flying, careers start dying

Strike with the iron, swing like tiger

Skilliam and Elijah

Ten racks upfront for the cypher

Curry goat, lamb patty for a fiver

Ghetts, Kane, Marcus and Hyper

"Garage Skank" and "Naila"

Wiley was getting 'em hyper

I was in the crowd, though, watching with a cider

Ayy, ayy, ayy, Sickers

[Verse 2: Rival]

They want madness, well, I'm active

Rivz, a big man dis

Had stripes before Stan Smiths

All real round my field, this ain't Catfish

Shift man off of this atlas

Lift man out of his fabrics

Flip man up like gymnastics

Make head crack like egg when it hatches

Dem boy dere need practice

Ain't no clank, I swear it's just ratchets

This one here is tearing through jackets

Ain't no care, not here, when it's madness

Then I'll Ric Flair on your bad bitch

Woo, I left the ting damaged

Macho man, you know my ting's savage

And who said you're sick? No way, you're just average

But this ain't average, blud, what do you mean?

I lift man off the scene

Take off a headtop, let blood spread like meme

Kill off your bloodclart team

Round me, man can't glisten and gleam

Power Ranger, man know I'm green

Blud, what do you mean?

I take off your headtop clean

[Verse 3: Grim Sickers]

Sickers, I walked in the game like Razor Ramon

Sent to the sky like I'm raising the drone

Have it out like Chip and Malone

You're ten up and I came on my own

Dressing gown looking like a black belt in karate

Daniel-son and Miyagi

Swing man with a car key

Pray his doctors don't lose that heartbeat

Stomin, Nasty Jack and Sharky

Old school Inzaghi

Bollywood gal that don't wear sari

Hid it in my sock like Playboi Carti

Swing like Vladimir or Vitale

Turn the ting Game of Thrones finale

I run track like Vettel's Ferrari

Who? You and what army? Sickers

King in the ring like Jerry "The King" Lawler

Turn the ting Terminator-Scorcher

Bells start ringing like it's the last order

All blacked-out in a packed-out Corsa

Four weddings and a funeral

Covered in Roman numerals

Calling out Grim, I ain't blaming ya

Winner ladder match, WrestleMania

[Verse 4: Rival]

Dem man are lost in the ting like Nemo

I just cancel their ting like Nino

Let soul fly in the air like free throw

Dem man start up a ting, I finito

Man think they're cold till they meet sub zero

Say he was a hundred, left him zero

I just slap 'em up once

Show man 'bout manors and stuff

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

I'm hungry, and these man are all lunch

Try take man for a dunce

I'll just roll up a man like skunk

Have man leave the ring like CM Punk

I can't see these cunts

Bunch of neeky mugs

Man are not easy, blud

Nah, man are not an easy test

Can't defeat or pree these steps

I can see his death all over the speakers and decks

Should've sweve with the left

Plus, I'm taking titles easily, yes

I'm Brock Lesnar, I might beat up a ref

I still won the match, man see I'm the best