Ren - Murderer lyrics

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 hit's 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

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