[Chorus]
Kill all a, kill all a, kill all a dem
Kill all a dem
Kill all a dem
Kill all a dem

[Verse 1: Grim Sickers]
I pattern MCs like Moschino shirts
You'll be hanging from the edge of the Earth
Lay an MC deep in the dirt
Stone heart like Medusa's curse
Batman in the flesh
MCs piled in the back of the shed
Back of the hammer to the back of the head
Pissed out blood like a hole in the keg
Roll Deep like Riko, Manga
Got a ting in the sack like Santa
You'll be touch-and-go like Muamba
Yeah, yeah
Don got punched in his face, yeah
Bredrin already been spun, yeah
Other one didn't come back, yeah
Sickers, what have you done? Yeah
Oh, when I come through
Steeze is old school, Bruce Lee kung fu
I might [?] 3-2-1 you
Furthermore, I might [?] you
Blacked-out tracksuit, blacked-out Huarache
Black box on cars, but ain't got no car key
Top of the league like Garvey
Since Marcus Nasty, Rico Nasty
Old school Moschino, old school Versace
Daggering girl at a bashment party, yeah
When I come through
Egos get all open up
Could be in Swindon chilling with Deanie
Could been in so Bow, chilling down Roman
Who's these MCs? I don't know them
Flow so cold that the flow's still frozen, Sickers
[Verse 2: So Large]
Line 'em up, kill all a dem
Man might turn Soljah Kid all again
Man a backhand and chin all a dem
Getting blam now, going gym all again
Been in 'nuff war, I win all a dem
I'm never beefing on Twitter again
Leave on your location
I'll kuff kaff kweff and lick off your head
Piere shot rip off the skin off a dem
Find them graves, I'ma dig all a dem
Beat them up and kill them again
No real P, dem nuh tek all a dem
If they don't pay, then I'll kill all a dem
I'm not even talking to dem cuh
I'm a don gorgon for dem
Come like you're speaking jargon again
Nah, man don't want it with So Large again
I spun him once, I'll clart him again
Wig him like he's gone to the barber again, like
I beg your pardon, my friend?
You're a shit cunt, please pardon my French
They're lightweight like half of a Z
You see me? I spent half of a keg
My ting will rupupum pop off your head
Make your section get lock arff again
Bad inna real life like Popcaan again
I must have a weak bladder
True say, I'm getting pissed off again
Box off your head like Klitschko off again
Too many MCs, I don't feel all of dem
I just wanna box up, kick down
Stab up and
[Chorus]
Kill all a, kill all a, kill all a dem
Kill all a dem
Kill all a dem