T. I'm the Darkside G

I'm repping the side that's lower E

Darkside don, slash, and it's T

I'm the Darkside G

I'm repping the side that's lower E

Darkside don, slash

When I grab the steel, I aim hard

My aim's marred. They should call me Sergeant Robin Dark

T

I'll surgically remove blood from your heart

If you're in your car, I'll clap the window and knife you in your heart

I'm only talking from experience

I'm equivalent to a line in this field no lickle man carved

Those lickle mens get touched and then parred

Those lickle mens get touched and remove themselves and live very far

I get touched, I come back with a stainless

Or a strap, dependent on who you are and who's got your back

Call me Hand of God

Cause I use my respect and have you gone

T. One phone-call, then your mum's releasing swans

One dotty, cab fare, once I'm gone

I know her son doesn't think: too headstrong

Licked down by pumps; destination: God

Head down, then got; his family does nothing but sob

Do I feel bad? Rarely

Cause man should control their gob

More time gob turns to action before gun turns to action

Loaded hottie, now your mum's on depressants

Your mum's on depressants

Birthday comes, she still buys your presents

T. She prays from day to day that her son's gone to Heaven

Man are not on what I'm on

I'll take it to a level where you choosing Hell or God

Most man would choose Hell

But when I do my ting, I leave them praying to God

It depends on God

Whether he survives, or the outcome is a corpse

With a knife in my paw, I'm one of the coldest discrete savages in North

All my favourite colours

Cause I love to see blood and I leave man blacked out on the floor

I always do my job

If he doesn't die, he definitely retires

I leave man retired

Due to the knife-work in my team that is required

I'm not being biased

I'm a knife man but I'm around many shooters

I'm far from wanted by Trident

I get down and dirty; I'm silent but violent

I'll hardly speak when it comes to beef

I just grab my knife and let my knife do the speech

I let my knife do the speech

Talk is cheap; I rarely agree to peace

I rarely agree with peace

I don't speak once my enemy come to the...

I confirm, then I wait my turn

You had your turn once you confirmed that the beef is on

I'm not a smooth-talker, so I don't talk on phone

And it's T, and I'm back on the scene