Merky ACE, M.I.K - Sent Down lyrics

Yo, think you can shoot me?
Better know that my gun's bisexual
So it will lick down you and your Julie
Shoot you in your neck
Turn your diamonds ruby
Bullets'll glide down your
Throat like doolies
Real life, it's not a movie
I do this for the Queen's head
But certain man do it
For the princess's booty
I par with the meanest dogs
No, I don't mean Muttley and Scooby
You walk wherever, snatch off your jewellery
Or sling a slug in your right hand
If you try violate the ends
I'll have your belly looking like
A fountain or smoothie
When I roll up and I'm sounding a loosie
Grip's always tight, never hold it loosely
I keep on vibesing to the tree and rap
If you ain't in Tree
Then you're probably crap
Been here from early, so I'm not back
Got a big tool and I'll make it slap like uh
Won't ever see badman with perm
On my block, not cistern
Let one off, watch him turn
Exorcist when his mid all burn
Uh, run a man down, see box dem swerve
Got a BB shank, it's bold with a curve
Real mic man but I'm out for the Ps
I fly through with the birds and bees
With the big hand ting
I'll be slapping off cheeks
Tuck man in like the shirt on neeks
I roll with badmans that shot to the geeks
Might see me on the road with five draws
In Henley jeans with the back all ripped
Like I won't ever slip, bruv
Got two tings stashed on the block
See me with J better know you will get much
More than your wrist cut
I've got the flick tucked
Hear the youts talking
When I was on the back of the olders'
You was getting nappies all
Shitty and pissed up look
You couldn't walk so you
Was getting picked up
Don't run it up before your
Soul gets picked up
You're a good boy so you won't get sent down
And I'm a badboy so I won't get picked up
Not with all the weapons I've picked up
And all the food I've picked up
Judge or devil, one day I'll get sent down

Yo, uh too many man wanna war with the M
Nuttin' but hard body bars I send
Leave man's face on the news at ten
Man try call out my name like say I was
One of dem washed up youts from then
Pass me the A4 paper quick
Duppy bars, I murder the pen look
Man should know that I do this easy
Leave man slumped all over the PC
Half of your headtop next to the TV
Why does man wanna look at my face
Like say I don't know bare
Man that are greazy where is he now?
Bible-reading uh
Keep on hearing my man talk
My man keeps on talking like say
My man thinks I'd like to talk
Got the crep, done the walk
Leaving man outlined in chalk cSI
New York uh
Keep on thinking what he thought
Once I see this yout on road
I'm trying out this ting I bought
Will not see my face in court
Judge don't know my face or sort
P-A double-S port
I heard that man wanna get me duppied, what?
Feel the impact of the pumpy, boom
Take man down like rugby
45 in the trouser that's comfy
Clap, headtop left all lumpy
Caught man with his wifey in a buggy
Shell to the left, right, back and fronty
Nine, face, bredrin jumpy
Wow, covered, blood, ugly
Pow, brains, guts, lovely
That's what you get when
You're way too hungry
Out here, man ah get dropped like Humpty
Dumpty, holy poly, roly moly
Take my food? I'll take your soully
Mum, dad, aunt, son hospital bed, feeling uh