Wednesday

[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, arm and a shank, gun bust now I would than I done fuck you, 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 pasa carry on screaming your postcode, I don't depend on my manor and even though I’ve got a smile on my face imp as angry as Tyson blended with badder I know niggas who, shoot, at, police I was a dancehall mafia member with Stana, if you say something that I find offensive, I’ll have to re-offend with the 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 Their 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 other 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 niggers in the graveyard, Yo Ghetts what you in the grave yard for? 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 [Verse 2] Scarf over the bottom half of the face My brudda, I don't care if you got an army in place Got a funeral hearse and a casket arranged Who's taking the piss? You'll be left in a cubicle, curled up, half of your brain All over the floors and walls The toilets look better in blood red The walls have ears and the doors inform So there's holes in everything Big ones Rough round the edges None of these holes ain't elegant Strap Long like the nose on an elephant Body in the trunk Headshot will expose your intelligence Dumbo! Columbo couldn't solve the case I come home with a poker face Hide the snub nose and then throw the clothes away Man know it's better to bag A five pound can of petrol and set em alight You wanna play games? 11-a-side Man unite with the devil and strike I'm in another man's city, no home advantage One shot, man'll bring out his feminine side So go ahead, cross me I'm upfront, one touch, BANG! Palacio on the back of the dome Enemies don'-UURRGGHH!