Serial Killer

[Intro: Bugzy Malone] 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 [Verse 1: Bugzy Malone] Somebody better tell my mother that I don't think I can stay undercover 'Cus 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 'Cus 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 2 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 road side 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 shes crying into my shoulder asking 'whys my dad on the missing list?' [Chorus 1: Bugzy Malone] 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 'every body get down' I lost 3 grand that day and it felt like I lost 3 million pound [Verse 2: Bugzy Malone] Deeper into depression What a terrible place, I don't wish it on no one It's like my writing came to a stand still, 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 'cus 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 [Verse 3: Bugzy Malone] I woke up to 15 missed calls and 25 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 12 or 13 stone and I make man sleep with a left hook This is the Journal of an Evil Genius, part 1 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 [Outro: Bugzy Malone] Yeah Bugzy Malone Ya know? You're listening to the Journal of an Evil Genius Volume 1 I'm gonna call this track Serial Killer 'Cus I'm just killing everything