[Verse 1 - Dabbla]

Attention deficit disorder
Slaughter, blame it on the hotel porter
No one needs to know but the daughter
Caught between the headlights, she know what to say yeah (Sorta!)
All the right makings of a psychopath hiding in a Highbury flat
Stashed the make up in a Nike bag
Spare pair of rubber gloves man I'm too rags
One big round trip, take two cabs
Wash hands at every opportunity, up to the elbows
Really gets underneath the fingernails
Try and blend in with the infidels
And stop doing everything you did (Usually)
Then in the blink of a heartbeat
Remember what you got stashed in the car seat
We don't want a situation getting nasty
I ain't gonna say nothing if they ask me
But can you really trust me, can I trust you?
You don't even have to ask or beat around the bush
Stop pulling up my past man you must do
Cause if you ain't got my back I'll have to crush you
No psychics here, no wing men
No feelings either, tin men
And we're up real early like the bin men
And we're gonna do a ting, are you in then?