Trained to Kill - Ghetts, 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 kill

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 nigga’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

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 kill

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 whore’s flat where the floor’s cracked

This poor lad couldn’t be more gassed

Never knew he would get smoked like a scorebag

Warned him once but he chose to ignore that

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

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 kill

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

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 kill now

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 kill

I’m trained to kill

I’m trained to kill (you want me to die)

I’m trained to kill (but I’m alive)

I’m trained to kill (you won’t survive if you ain’t on my side)

I’m trained to kill (you don’t wanna war)

I’m trained to kill