Murderer

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 thе way that I get down

Yeah

I was born shamelеss, 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 a**s

I was born wasted, stoned out my brain brother, faded

Writing catchy syllables, contagious

I was born courageous, naked and f**g 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, b**h

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 f**g 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

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