[Verse 1: Terminator]

These man can't move to me

I'll move to man and sleep peacefully

When I first knifed man, it felt funny

The next day come, it became funny

I don't knife for fun, but I'll knife your mum

If she backs the wall, then I'll knife her lung

Feel bad after; get over it

She should have thought twice about backing her son

Don't chat a bag of lies; I'll react to guys

If man is hench, I'll knife man down to size

Look in man's eyes while he's clutching his neck

I think about his family ties

Who's next to knife? I'll knife man up

Like he's meant to die; like his family's meant to cry

I'm a normal geez', but I'm down to ride

I've got emotions, but I'll put them to the side

[Verse 2: Scorcher]

T's got one flow that I had to borrow

So I could explain if I clap the hollows

And it clips your neck, your head disconnects

And rolls on the floor like the ball at soccer

You can't war me; you need more Ps

Cause I'll buy guns and more T

I don't shout in public or cause scenes

Just send man slumping in his Ford Jeep

In his Ford Jeep, leave his head resting

As the horn beeps, next to a dead bredrin

Come out and rinse the clip off, and you rip the whip off

Yeah, after the four beat

[Hook: Terminator]

I'll just let man know

That I've got one flow

If I knife you up

You won't get sewn

[Verse 3: Terminator]

To guard yourself from me, you'll need a red dot

Red spot. The way I'll be moving

You'll need an ACOG plus specs infoc'

You'll also need an infra-red

Just in case I roll up in the dark

Light switched off, roll up in the car

Pull up outside your yard, complete the objective

T you up like Charizard; leave no mark

Pierce your skin, pierce your heart

You'll need a jump-start; hardly breathing

Heart not pumping blood; instant surgery

Will need to take part for you not to leave your ma

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Scorcher]

I've got a bag of flows: I could choose any

But if you test me, I hit Darkside mode

And wear Darkside clothes: the gloves and leather

Push man up in weather

Straight eight clapper, brain splatter

White shirt red and you ain't Santa

Or Man United. If your gang are hyping

Run into crowd, random knifing

I can't stand excitement, so calm down

Or there'll be loud sirens

Nosey neighbours. My Darks owe me favours

I'll just phone T and there'll be man dying

[Hook]