Bugzy Malone - Serial Killer lyrics

First one was Swagga Man
Then Why So Serious?
Last mixtape was Lost in Meanwhile City
Ya' know? I'm about to do it again
You are now listening to the
Journal of an Evil Genius
My name's Bugzy Malone
And this is my journal:

Somebody better tell my mother that I
Don't think I can stay undercover
'Cause, I feel like a
Serial killer who's just
Being nice for the sake of a dollar
I just want more money than sense
So I don't care if I get silly when I come up
I had a feeling that I
Couldn't fly when I jumped
But I still took a run up
I had a dream I committed
Jumped off the ledge


Woke up and I was falling
I looked round my bedroom
Realised that it was a dream
And I fell asleep balling
'Cause, I had to admit to
Myself that I've not
Got the balls so I gotta' keep moving
I feel like the Devil is troubling me
Right now and I can't stop listening
So then I looked for the lord, help me
All I could hear was laughter
Feels like the last two years of my life
Have turned out to be a disaster
Did you think I was walking to school
In the cold just become a grafter?
There isn't a BAFTA for the roadside
Nigga that is the wickedest actor
So I keep it real
And there's a girl that I love
But I cannot commit to it
Little does she know
I feel like killing her dad in
My head I can picture it
Blood where the family picture is
Just one of them unsolved mysteries
And now she's crying into my shoulder asking
'whys my dad on the missing list?'

I zone out to Lost in Meanwhile City
Sometimes thinking when I write this
I was depressed, so I had a lot on my
Chest and a colourful hit list
I remember the door coming off
And the police shouting
"Everybody get down"
I lost three grand that day and it
Felt like I lost three million pound

Deeper into depression
What a terrible place
I don't wish it on no one
It's like my writing came to a standstill
Full stop and semi-colon i wrote nightmares
Late one Saturday with my eyes wide open
'Cus I was sick of
Chilling with Freddy Krueger
Deciding who's gonna' rolled on
I was wrestling with a Demon
Rikishi couldn't go this, this hard
E honda couldn't win this fight 'cause the
First round left me emotionally scarred
To the point, I was scared of the dark
Went to Church on Sunday hand on my heart
And when I realised Dee wasn't in it for
The long run it just tore me apart
So I took a long walk in the park
Somebody tell me where the end is
I shoulda' gone spec savers
'cus right now I can't see who my friend is
Darkee said I was gonna' be lonely
Tell him that Danny Bent is a battyhole
And you know for a fact that they owed me
Would've thrown him through the
Glass on the patio

I woke up to fifteen missed calls
And twenty-five messages on my iPhone
I was in Panacea the night before so
My head was spinning like a cyclone
The next morning I was a right-off
So I opened one eye like a cyclops
To see I had an SBTV
I just thought to myself, "Oh my gosh"
I remember chilling in my bedroom listening
To Ed Sheeran on the laptop
Miles, how did we come so far? Tell
Those other niggas to catch up
I am the wickedest English thing since fish
Chips and a bit of ketchup
I'm only twelve or thirteen stone and I
Make man sleep with a left hook
This is the Journal of an Evil Genius
Part one is the mixtape
Watch when the EP version drops
It makes this sound like a piss take
It says, "Turn Into The
Devil" on my T-shirts
Don't think that was a mistake
When Arnold Schwarzenegger was Terminator he
Couldn't do this mate

Yeah bugzy Malone
Ya' know? You're listening to the Journal
Of an Evil Genius volume One
I'm gonna call this track Serial Killer
'Cause, I'm just killing everything