Million Ways

Lyrics

[Intro] One Come on the mic, you'll get bun, bun Choose one, one Come on the mic, you'll get bun, bun Ba-da-ba-da-da-da Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da Choose one Ba-da-ba-da-da-da Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da Come on the mic, you'll get bun, bun [Verse 1] I've got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast Fast like racing cars And in my bars, I've got the answer Trust me, fam, I've got the secret To make the sound work on the track and the tune I spray my verse, I murk Yuck, I am the teacher They wanna know how I swerve on the riddim and surf You need to practice, you need to learn Come against me? Best do your research Or get left in the dirt October the eighteenth, trust me, fam Yeah, man ah been a dan from early, way back Man ah been a dan from birth [Chorus] A million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast [Verse 2] I'll have man jumping on the ropes, Shelton Benjamin Old school black brudda there from wrestling Bare pussyholes these days on the scene, so That's why man are not cool or friends with them I don't check for them, can't spud dem boys Got nuttin' to say to 'em Out of the world, you can call me an alien And man have got flows from a next dimension Dem man dere wanna know my secret Unlock the third eye, then you'll see it Now you've deeped it In my zone, I can't be defeated, better believe it Look inna my eyes, you can tell I mean it I've got the pagans feeling squeamish 'Cause all the gyal dem like my music Can't you see this? I am the deepest [Chorus] A million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast [Verse 3] Sho, what we do? What we say? What we drink? No tea so we pour that into the sink Man can't ask me "what do we drink?" That's a stupid question, what do you think? K-O-double-F, that's an inner ting With the hyphen-E, man are energising and If you want a fight, we can get to boxing, I Might just box him in the gob quick, kick When I'm on the riddim, yeah, man are gliding Man are styling like I was S-curling, got a Unique flow, can't imitate it Man wanna take it, embrace it Wanna sound like me but you're not my kid You're just adopted so don't try it Bars on the radio, man are locked in Bars so cold, selecta, jack it [Chorus] A million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one Come on the mic, you'll get bun Cooked like a hot croissant from France I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast