Tekst piosenki 'Murderer' wykonawcy Ren

If you catch me alone, you better get 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

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
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 get 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 get 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