If you catch me alone, you better stay 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, trendsetter, 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 stay 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 stay 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