Party As You Like

[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