Yeah well the lonely loner has got no home.
On his way to claim his throne.
Witch is hundreds of miles away.
With a sickle n chain, by his his side,
Someone dies if they collide,
With the assassin, leave your pride,
He's forbidden from his own damn town.
For Killin a friend? Or clowning around?
His life is classified,
Inside his synchronized head of his.
He has a gun in his pocket,
With max ammo.
No one needs to know where he goes.
But I believe he's gonna make it.
N I believe he's gonna take it,
Take the throne.
Yeah the lonely loner, has got no home.
On his way to claim a throne.
To fight to get what he wants the most.
To win his prize, to live on the coast.
No ones gonna stop him.
Gods on his side.
He has the power, humble pride.
Someones gonna die if they collide.
The lonely loner, so sly..