[Intro]
(Tru Ambassador Music)
Only kid inna the war weh the goat dem a curry 'pon your bloodclaat nine night
Kidnap your mumma when she go fi view your dead body dung a bright light
Vampire badness
Pussy, you watch too much Twilight
Me have too much gun, so fi live inna the cabin a no the right size

[Chorus]
A thirty-two inna the clip, and me a gi' you dem
Your friend try run, but me kill your friend
Threat a sup'm me no send
If a no M.V.P., pussy yuh no trend
First me fire twenty-two, then me gi' you ten
Me you a pree, so me kill you then
Pussy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait
Dem a dancehall fishermen

[Verse 1]
Bombohole
Buss him head with the Benelli
Breed your gyal, but a you she gi' the belly
Your last youth favor me
Tell the demon, "Satan 'fraid a me"
A the whole Jamaica waan gun him dung
When dem see Sean Kingston a rub him down
Pliers pull teeth out a fucking gum
The demon say 'mhm', like a dumb him dumb (Hehe)
Press the trigger, mek the Uzi repeat
Famine, a when your gyal no gi' your pussy fi eat
A she run him head, she tell the pussy go sleep
A we buss him head, me mek a juvi' go dweet
You nah fly, so you nah mek no damn money
And nothing nah too gwaan fi scam money (Heh)
Somebody tell Leroy Russel, mek sure a no batty him a hustle
Grow up in a house full a Christian, but mek me tell you how him tun demon
A true, dem catch him 'pon a priest strong
Pussy, you no straight, a wha' do uncle she mon
No call no man name, 'cause a me one
Hype him a look off a Gully and V-Clan
Man circle your region, squeeze one
Muma Jay bawl out, "Jeezam Peezam"
[Chorus]
A thirty-two inna the clip, and me a gi' you dem
Your friend try run, but me kill your friend
Threat a sup'm me no send
If a no M.V.P., pussy yuh no trend
First me fire twenty-two, then me gi' you ten
Me you a pree, so me kill you then
Pussy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait
Dem a dancehall fishermen

[Verse 2]
Me no fire two grains, a the whole rice bag dem a get
No hashtag boy, a toe tag dem a get
Life the Sparta dog dem a fret
Pussy dead when the Patriots dem a step
Yeah me short, but pussy, me no short a gun
Him answer because him thing water dung (Heh)
Nah no lyrics, and war no done
Gaza unno sure a Mr. Palmer son?
Which gun microphone inna hand him a grip
Full a tough talk when him a chat inna hit
Yah pussy so your fucking head the 'matic a split
If him a call me bait, that mean Tommy a fish
'Bout mighty, pussy have a mighty mouth
Tattoo pan your face, man a go knife it out
Portmore the rifle dem rise eh done
Nozzle big like the big pussy gyal weh your wife enuh
[Chorus]
Mek me see you then
A thirty-two inna the clip, and me a gi' you dem
Your friend try run, but me kill your friend
Threat a sup'm me no send
If a no M.V.P., pussy yuh no trend
First me fire twenty-two, then me gi' you ten
Me you a pree, so me kill you then
Pussy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait
Dem a dancehall fishermen

[Outro]
Fucka
A moment of silence