[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 k**
[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 n***a'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 k**
[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 who*e's flat where the floor's cracked
This poor lad couldn't be more ga**ed
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 k**
[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 k** 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 k**
I'm trained to k**
I'm trained to k** (you want me to die)
I'm trained to k** (but I'm alive)
I'm trained to k** (you won't survive if you ain't on my side)
I'm trained to k** (you don't wanna war)
I'm trained to k**