[Intro]
Oh, a dat a oonu a gwan wid
Oonu a bawl, can oonu claim mi come pon TV wid RuPaul
No man can jump bad man wall
No nah, stall alright, first
Dong dong, dong dong, dogger diggy diggy
Dong dong, dong dong, dogger diggy diggy
Dong dong, dong dong, dogger diggy diggy
Dong, words wid meaning, hey

[Chorus]
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid ruh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah Jah Ranks, pass mi mi
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid ruh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah Jah Ranks, pass mi mi

[Verse 1]
(Niggers bleed jus like us)
Picture me being fraid of a bwoy weh bus di same gun as me
(Niggers bleed jus like us)
Picture me being fraid to defend my life a GP
(Niggers bleed jus like us)
Picture me run away from a fight a some bwot mussy bright
(Niggers bleed jus like us)
Picture me fraid fi lock off a bwoy life like a light
Willie haffi squeeze the Desert Es
Better yuh ease, n***a leave
Well gun shot a surround yuh like breeze
Well copper shot a tek a bwoy like bees
Can believe, yuh hear me Steve, bad man just get grieve and sing, seh
[Chorus]
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid ruh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah Jah Ranks, pass mi mi
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid ruh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah Jah Ranks, pass mi mi

[Verse 2]
Well fi live dung ainna di jungle yuh haffi have whole heap a skill
Yuh haffi tek a lot a chill pill to kill
Well big up all di man dem from Warricka Hill, Hill, Hill
What is my favorite attack when mi dress up in a mi frock
Wid mi wig pon me head, sixteen over back
Bragga dagga dagga da 25 body drop
But Mr. Ria, Mr. Squire, Bredda Nia, bad man a flex like vampire
Mi wi shop dung a bwoy and nyam him liver
But first the DJ haffi utter

[Chorus]
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid ruh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah Jah Ranks, pass mi mi
Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid ruh rodman
And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah Jah Ranks, pass mi mi
[Verse 3]
Weh yuh think all my guns are for?
45 in control jus to explode on a bwoy soul
Time changing things, rearranging more guns bussing
More man dying from back in the days of pure mass murdering
Well every day yuh hear another likkle youth gone
And another M16 man born
Man plant peas and waan reap corn
What a gwaan, what a gwaan