Lyrics Bugzy Malone – Serial Killer

First one was Swagga Man
Then Why So Serious
Last mixtape was Lost in Meanwhile City
Ya know?

Somebody better tell my mother that I don’t think I can stay undercover
‘Cus I feel like a serial killer who’s just being nice for the sake of a dollar
I just want more money than sense, so I don’t care if I get silly when I come up
I had a feeling that I couldn’t fly when I jumped, but I still took a run up
I had a dream I committed, jumped off the ledge, woke up and I was falling
I looked round my bedroom, realized that it was a dream and I fell asleep balling
‘Cus I had to admit to myself that I’ve not got the balls so I gotta’ keep moving
I feel like the Devil is troubling me right now and I can’t stop listening
So then I looked for the lord, help me
All I could hear was laughter
Feels like the last 2 years of my life have turned out to be a disaster
Did you think I was walking to school in the cold just become a grafter?
There isn’t a BAFTA for the road side nigga that is the wickedest actor
So I keep it real
And there’s a girl that I love, but I cannot commit to it
Little does she know, I feel like killing her dad in my head I can picture it
Blood where the family picture is, just one of them unsolved mysteries
And now shes crying into my shoulder asking ‘whys my dad on the missing list?’

I zone out to Lost in Meanwhile City sometimes thinking when I write this
I was depressed, so I had a lot on my chest and a colourful hit list
I remember the door coming off and the police shouting ‘every body get down’
I lost 3 grand that day and it felt like I lost 3 million pound

Deeper into depression
What a terrible place, I don’t wish it on no one
It’s like my writing came to a stand still, full stop and semi-colon
I wrote nightmares, late one Saturday with my eyes wide open
‘Cus I was sick of chilling with Freddy Krueger
Deciding who’s gonna’ rolled on
I was wrestling with a Demon, Rikishi couldn’t go this this hard
E.Honda couldn’t win this fight ‘cus the first round left me emotionally scarred
To the point I was scared of the dark, went to Church on Sunday hand on my heart
And when I realized Dee wasn’t in it for the long run it just tore me apart
So I took a long walk in the park, somebody tell me where the end is
I shoulda’ gone spec savers, ‘cus right now I can’t see who my friend is
Darkee said I was gonna’ be lonely, tell him that Danny Bent is a battyhole
And you know for a fact that they owed me, would’ve thrown him through the glass on the patio

I woke up to 15 missed calls and 25 messages on my iPhone
I was in Panacea the night before so my head was spinning like a cyclone
The next morning I was a right-off, so I opened one eye like a cyclops
To see I had an SBTV, I just thought to myself ‘oh my gosh’
I remember chilling in my bedroom listening to Ed Sheeran on the laptop
Miles, how did we come so far? Tell those other niggas to catch up
I am the wickedest English thing since fish-chips and a bit of ketchup
I’m only 12 or 13 stone and I make man sleep with a left hook
This is the Journal of an Evil Genius, part 1 is the mixtape
Watch when the EP version drops, it makes this sound like a piss take
It says ‘Turn Into The Devil’ on my T-shirts, don’t think that was a mistake
When Arnold Schwarzenegger was Terminator he couldn’t do this mate

Yeah
Bugzy Malone
Ya know?
You’re listening to the Journal of an Evil Genius
Volume 1
I’m gonna call this track Serial Killer
‘Cus I’m just killing everything