If you catch me alone, you better get out my zone Because I'm ready to kill I'll sit on my throne made of bodies and bones Because I'm mentally ill I'm feeling alive, I got the will to survive So never test my skill For goodness sake, man I'm ready to break, man
Murderer Homie, it's the way that I get down, rat-tat-tat-tat Murderer If you see me on the corner of my town, get back-back-back Murderer Swing for your jaw on the first round attack, tack, tack Murderer Homie, it's the way that I get down Yeah
I was born shameless Fighting out in Brighton with the neighbours Brother, ask your mother what my name is I was born famous, trend setter, hot stepper, greatest Shocking like a finger in the anus I was born wasted Stoned out my brain brother, faded Writing catchy syllables, contagious I was born courageous, naked and fucking outrageous With a microphone I rock stages
I jump on the rhythm, a rhyming cyclone And I pull excalibur right out the stone King punk, the precision it hits like Stallone Rocky, keep it cocky, I'll be Al Capone I walk alone, sit on the authors throne And if you want it, I'll deny it like a mortgage loan Your daughter's home, we'll be staying home alone Condone the bone and eat it like a Toblerone, bitch
If you catch me alone, you better get out my zone Because I'm ready to kill I'll sit on my throne made of bodies and bones Because I'm mentally ill I'm feeling alive, I got the will to survive So never test my skill For goodness sake, man I'm ready to break, man
Murderer Homie, it's the way that I get down, rat-tat-tat-tat Murderer If you see me on the corner of my town, get back-back-back Murderer Swing for your jaw on the first round attack, tack, tack Murderer Homie, it's the way that I get down Yeah
The bigger they come, the bigger they fall The trigger the gun, I'm clipping them all Like eeny-meeny-miny-moe I line them up against the wall I don't mean metaphorically, lyrical bullets I mean actually fucking kill 'em Squeeze the trigger and pull it
Blood splat, how's it going lad, rhymes are flowing mad Trust that I'm a pro at that, seeds are sewing, bad boy I'm an addict, volcanic, a mind that's twisted and manic The rhymes are gifted, god damn it I push the button, we panic
Breathe I seize the land sky and the seas It's easy see me freestyle freely What, man? Yes, I came to rock, man Drop it like it's hot fam Wearing clothes from Oxfam? God damn! I am a blood sucking titan, from the streets of Brighton Hit you with my right hand sucker
If you catch me alone, you better get out my zone Because I'm ready to kill I'll sit on my throne made of bodies and bones Because I'm mentally ill I'm feeling alive, I got the will to survive So never test my skill For goodness sake, man I'm ready to break, man
Murderer Homie, it's the way that I get down, rat-tat-tat-tat Murderer If you see me on the corner of my town, get back-back-back Murderer Swing for your jaw on the first round attack, tack, tack Murderer Homie, it's the way that I get down YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
