[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