paroles de chanson Trained To Kill - Ghetts , Dot Rotten

Dead him on sight all black double RR get him on bike.
You wont hear my weapon on strike.
I aint the get along type These breaders want stripes they better not sight upon I show me abit of respect i′ll flip ina sec.
God told me forgive and forget but I know this niggas address.
If I type that in the sat nav i'll be there soon in a 3 door hatchback.
I′ve been doin this music ting for a minute this just seems like a flash back.
But its so foreal u know deal i road the steel.
I aint going to go home with guilt
Like i was in the army same regime. since 18.
But i was in wars before that. no vest on thats what i call rawback.
If you dont know where the wars out.
Come out outside its right here on your doormat.
Knock knock whos there? ghetts ghetts who? gets u.
I gone mines so wheres your strap? im a serious guy you're borat.
If ur sure your bad i store mash in a whores flat.
Where the floors cracked.
This poor lad couldnt be more gassed never knew he would get smoked like a scorebag.
Warned him once but he choose to ignore that.
Dead dead him on sight winters get hot.
If I seen my man in the internet shop dead dead him online.
Shoot the boy leave the computer boys clockwork dead him on time.
When shots burst 7 from 9.
I get pleasure from crime. forever on hype.
Ded ded ded ded ded dead him. take it oldschool and behead him.
Take him local and cave hes whole chest in.
Bruce lee with the 1 inch punch. not me but bullets might come in a bunch.
Rats wanna back boy dem.
Wrap posion come in a lunch. iits i might come through bunning a blunt.
Chilled out ready to kill now.