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
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-