[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

[Verse 2 - Death Penalty Lyrics]

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 (bang, bang, bang)

Big ones, rough round the edges

None of these holes ain't elegant

Strap, long like the nose on an elephant

Get that? Body in the trunk, watch it

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

That's mental, it's better to buy

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

My enemies-