Wednesday Ghetts

[Verse 1]
Ride outside, ride out time
Find out why I'm on a wile out vibe
I will never let one of my enemies kill me
I'd rather die how Winehouse died
I ain't ever had it from anybody or anyone
I am the MC but I never run
I'll be going on like I ain't letting of eleven guns
Let em come, let em come, let em come
One brudda, don dadda
Shank man, gun bussa
Now I with a knife [?]
Shut the fuck up I'm under cover
Which means I pretend I'm a rapper
Pu, pu, pure 16's
But I'll draw for the skeng in the passa
Carry on screaming your postcode
I don't depend on my manor
And even though I've got a smile on my face
I'm as angry as Tyson blended with badder
I know niggas who, shoot, at, po-lice
I was a dancehall mafia member with Stana
If you say something that I find offensive
I'll have to re-offend with the hammer
Time bomb, John Travolta in face off couldn't prevent me
From blowing every god damn face off
John Mclean would have been a dead man from long time
There could have never been a sequel
John Connor from the terminator would have never been alive
And the earth would have been a wasteland
Without a sign of any people
But I'm betting I can find you with John though
John who? Jon Doe
In a spiritual world full of lost souls
You can find me roaming amongst the dead
With one mic, two hammers and a crossbow
I say tick tick boom, some might think of a Will Smith tune
I think of cars in Iraq, half of the yard
Wanna par with the Spartan
Every part of your heart in pieces
I depart laughing, I'm hard bringing demons
Clock ticking, bomb ticking
Me and my niggas in the graveyard
Ay-ay Yo Ghetts what you in the grave yard?
Mosh-pitting
Pissing on tomb stones, waking the dead
Somebody somewhere shaking their head
Smh, lol, dpmo, shock factor
This has the listener shaking again
Don't tempt me, I'm so on it
I promise I'm beyond deadly