Murderer Ren
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[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
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 thе way that I get down
Yeah
[Verse 1]
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
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
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