Fool that, Stephen
Yeah that's it, that's it, that's it
Me ah kill dem without even ah chorus
Nigga's be killin' (yow)
Aaaaye ah wha' happen to dem
Warn dem enuh Stephen
Becah me evil, dead dem dead
Wha' happen to dem
Dem tracin' like Denise
But when me rifle squeeze
Bwoy deh 'pon the freezer ah freeze
Buss the special till it breeze
Gangster nuh tek nuh leave
Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees
With dem one bag ah lippin', like ah lipstick war
Bite 'pon me name, like ah biscuit war
Aye fag, tell you frag this is not kids war
Run up inna me gun and bwoy face 'pon tar (seet)
Now the bwoy dem panicking
Cah dem naa shot a sole dem only kill mannequin
The fuss head buss him vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and him vanishing
If you don't know nothing 'bout real killa
Mek me tell you something 'bout real killa
Real killa bagga chatting me nuh read inna
Me dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner
If you don't know nothing 'bout real killa
Mek me tell yuh something 'bout real killa
Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna
Rifle buss through your shield inna
Your fren dem ah your pall bearer
So dem ah go bring your casket
Put the body ah the spot right where the box keep
Park the Chiney K, the Russian chopstick
Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick
Nuh chorus, ah bare sittin', ah bare sittin'
Aye Ah pay sittin', ah nuh play sittin'
Stephen play the riddim nuh delay sittin'
Long time Jamaica nuh hear me slay sittin'
Run up inna me gun, with the duppy bat backa yuh
Stuck inna a copper and him stuck inna copper to
Black blunt rise an' bleach out head blacker to
Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer to
The Gully Gad an' there ain't no damn other to
And motherfcuker don't tell me 'bout your mother to
I'm so mad I'll murder your bredda to
You're tracin' like Dawn and Ava to
If yuh don't know nuttin 'bout real
Real, real blue steel
Me nah talk nuh cart wheel
Bumbohole head spin like me van wheel
If you don't know real killa
Mek me tell you 'bout real killa
Real killa bagga lippin me nuh read inna
Stephen!
Stephen ah me you send for
Ah that the bumbohole dem life jus' end for
Inna war ah it me get ten outta ten fa
I'm mentally crazy remember, mad
Bumboclaat do dem, dem sick like me?
Dem mad like me? Dem mad like me?
When me seh sick me nah talk sick fi public
Me ah talk, me nuh even ah talk mentally sick
Me born sick, bwoy start me gun never stick
Dem bwoy jus' ah lip
Me nah haffi use me gun me we use ice pick
So if yuh don't kno nuttin 'bout real killa
Don't... mad
