Murderer Lyrics – Ren
If you catch me alone, you better get out my zone
Because I’m ready to ***
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
*** out my brain brother, faded
Writing catchy syllables, contagious
I was born courageous, naked and *** 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, ***
If you catch me alone, you better get out my zone
Because I’m ready to ***
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 ***, 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 *** *** ’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 ***
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
