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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 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 Letras de cancionesAnd 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 Shee Homie, it's the-, homie, it's the- Homie, it's the-, homie, it's the- From Letras Mania