Trained to Kill

[Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to kill [Verse 1: Ghetts] Dead him on sight All black double R, get him on bike You won't hear my weapon on strike I ain't the get along type These breddas want stripes, they better not set upon I Show me a bit of respect, I'll flip in a sec God told me forgive and forget but I know this nigga's address If I type that in the sat nav I'll be there soon in a three-door hatchback I've been doing this music ting for a minute now This just seems like a flashback But it's so for real, you know deal, I road the steel I ain't going to go home with guilt cause [Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to kill [Verse 2: Ghetts] Like I was in the army Same regime since 18 But I was in wars before that No vest on, that's what I call rawback If you don't know where the war's at Come outside, it's right here on your doormat Knock knock, who's there? Ghetts Ghetts who? Gets you I gone mine, so where's your strap? I'm a serious guy, you're Borat If you're sure that you're bad I store mash in a whore's flat where the floor's cracked This poor lad couldn't be more gassed Never knew he would get smoked like a scorebag Warned him once but he chose to ignore that [Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war [Hook: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to kill [Bridge: Ghetts] + [Hook: Dot Rotten] (simultaneous) It's like they want me to die Forcing my hand Forcing a retaliation I'm easy But I will warn you I'd just rather live life Make music Make dough But man have got me on a next ting [Verse 3: Ghetts] Dead-dead him on sight Winters get hot, if I see my man In the internet shop, dead-dead him online Shoot the boy, leave the computer moist Clockwork, dead him on time When shots burst 7 from 9 I get pleasure from crime, forever on hype Dead-dead-dead dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead him Take it old school and b-b-behead him Take him local and cave his whole chest in Bruce Lee with the 1-inch punch Not me but bullets might come in a bunch Rats wanna back boy dem? Rat poison come in a lunch I might come through bunning a blunt Chilled out, ready to kill now [Hook/Outro: Dot Rotten] You want me to die, but I'm alive You won't survive if you ain't on my side You don't wanna war I'm trained to kill I'm trained to kill I'm trained to kill (you want me to die) I'm trained to kill (but I'm alive) I'm trained to kill (you won't survive if you ain't on my side) I'm trained to kill (you don't wanna war) I'm trained to kill