[Intro]
Jim Screechie
Ladies...
My babies...
My girls...
Whoaaaa
She love off the jackhammer

[Verse 1]
The gyal a bawl, "Woii!"
She a say, it hot, me fi stop
Mi say, "Stop the noise, take a sat pon the cock"
Take a seat pon the cocky tic toc, you fi toc
Start whine, get wild, gitty up, gitty up
Good fuck she get, contact Diddy back
'Cause, energy, inna mi back weh it stock
Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that
Gyal a try bruk the cocky, like a crockery weh drop
Cool face, gyal nuh have no acne fi pop
Gyal see the bike, waan kotch pon the back
She say, "Bring me to the hills", *Vroom!*, flash to the block
Must fuck she waan, it has to be that
Hammer inna belly, knock it a knock
When tire puncture, no flat we no patch
Gyal have the good hole, the fat weh fi slap
Me no stop, me no stop, me no stop
[Chorus]
And make she bawl, "Woii!"
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip pon her toe
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the cock start crow
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Some hot fuck she get!
She a bawl, and a beg time off
She climb up pon the buddy, waan climb off
Me nah stop until you reach your climax
Oowee!
Cocky, you fi whine off
Gyal, your pussy full of grip, you nah slide off
She love me, her man she a bypass
Run 'way the Teacha, gyal, come a my class
Jim Screechie
Gyal, your pretty skin weh I love
We a fuck inna the light, no lock the light off
Cocky make gyal a catch hiccup and dry cough
Gyal cyan see 'cause she fling 'way the eyeglass
Jim Screechie
Good body gyal, nuh have no virus
A dem gyal deh I love
Juice inna belly add up, she multiply...
Nothing no minus
[Chorus]
And make she bawl, "Woii!"
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip pon her toe
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the cock start crow
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh

[Verse 3]
The gyal a bawl, "Woii!"
She a say, it hot, me fi stop
Mi say, "Stop the noise, take a sat pon the cock"
Take a seat pon the cocky tic toc, you fi toc
Start whine, get wild, gitty up, gitty up
Good fuck she get, contact Diddy back
'Cause, energy, inna mi back weh it stock
Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that
Gyal a try bruk the cocky, like a crockery weh drop
Cool face, gyal nuh have no acne fi pop
Gyal see the bike, waan kotch pon the back
She say, "Bring me to the hills", *Vroom!*, flash to the block
Must fuck she waan, it has to be that
Hammer inna belly, knock it a knock
When tire puncture, no flat we no patch
Gyal have the good hole, the fat weh fi slap
Me no stop, me no stop, me no stop
[Chorus]
And make she bawl, "Woii!"
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip pon her toe
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the cock start crow
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh

[Verse 4]
Some hot fuck she get!
She a bawl, and a beg time off
She climb up pon the buddy, waan climb off
Me nah stop until you reach your climax
Oowee!
Cocky, you fi whine off
Gyal, your pussy full of grip, you nah slide off
She love me, her man she a bypass
Run 'way the Teacha, gyal, come a my class
Jim Screechie
Gyal, your pretty skin weh I love
We a fuck inna the light, no lock the light off
Cocky make gyal a catch hiccup and dry cough
Gyal cyan see 'cause she fling 'way the eyeglass
Jim Screechie
Good body gyal, nuh have no virus
A dem gyal deh I love
Juice inna belly add up, she multiply...
Nothing no minus...

[Outro]
Jim Screechie
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Jim Screechie
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Jim Screechie
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Jim Screechie
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
Jim Screechie

My name is Gavsborg...
And I love to give girls the jackhammer, jackhammer, jackhammer
Jim Screechie...