[Hook: D Double E]
Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
That's me, budubupbup
Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
That's me, me

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Head get mangled and dangled
To the side just like I wear my Kangol
Nowadays I'm on arms just like a bangle
Try test me, you'll get manhandled
I've got bullets that like to mingle
On road, especially in the dancehall
And if you try duck under table
Fire my ting from a next angle
Bullets are flying diagonal
Turn your head into a semicircle
Then gun-butt into a triangle
Head from an angle look mangled
Three-dimensional
Reshape your head far from a circle
Bullets in the back of your head tangle
You better look into the mirror, it's a miracle

[Hook: D Double E]
Lyrical supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
That's me, budubupbup
Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
It's who-who? That's me-me
[Verse 2: D Double E]
Bare people think they're heavy like metal
Say they've got dough but they ain't got a shekel
Seen a big gash that looks effed like Ethel
Them MCs better hide before I switch like Jekyll
Cool and sekkle before
I sting your ice kettle just like a metal before
Draw for the metal in the belt buckle therefore
Don't start trouble with the Double
When I'm warmed up I'll leave you in a lyric blood puddle
Greet you with arms, not talking a cuddle
The doctor can't put you back together like a puzzle
So hold your mouth shut like you're wearing a muzzle
On your face you'll be wearing
My knuckle imprint to the side of your temple
You're just simple, get popped like a pimple
Sounds of the D Double [?] single

[Hook: D Double E]
Lyrical supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
That's me, budubupbup
Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
It's who-who? That's me-me (oh my gosh)

[Verse 3: D Double E]
Smash, slash, head up on the dash
Ps and fat gash, take your stash of cash
Next time, don't act flash
Don't make me get busy with it, draw for the mash
Think you're a big boy cause you got a 'tache?
Bullets will catch your face like a rash
Draw for the mash in a flash
Everybody scatter like a rave got gassed
Come out of nowhere just like a car crash
Life get taken away like trash
When it comes to the cash, standard, I've gotta get a mash
Too many haters looking to lash my stash of cash
[?] stressed out, smoking ash
After that, they ain't got no cash
So they put on [?]
[Hook: D Double E]
Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
That's me, budubupbup
Supa dupe, ooh, ooh, dirtee-tee
It's who-who? That's me-me (oh my gosh)