Lyrics
After mi murder the son turn mi gun pon the father
Gully Side deal with the pussy dem like Israel do to Gaza
This a broad day slaughter, people a ask weh di war fah
Mi dawgs dem a brawla, the Scalawas and the Squala
We no beg friend in no place, we tek over bwoy place mek dem haffi run out
And if you think seh you bad bombohole mi deh a road and wait till you come out
A my friend dem a buss head inna yuh place and you know that
Even Grants Pen a say a ghost that a him have the most chat
Dem get mi gun crabbit
So dem a dead like some Bugs Bunny rabbit
Jamaica know mi gun habit
War start bwoy dead in a the fourteen parish
Dem soft like crackers in porridge
Paste dem up like mackas in forest
The pussy come a talk bout kuff kaff kweff
The Kel-Tec a left him stink like cabbage
Mi say badman nuh throw word so pussy call name
Mi nuh play domino and hitch up pon lane
Portmore say a bate dem
Corn grain come a fire stray shot
You nuh see you cyaan aim
Man ready fi bun dem up, fire ball flame
This a yuh aftermath, after the hurricane
You still a Suss pon the phone talk, dem a die same
Mi a mek you cry pain, everybody cry shame
We no beg friend in no place, we tek over bwoy place mek dem haffi run out
And if you think seh you bad bombohole mi deh a road and wait till you come out
A my friend dem a buss head inna yuh place and you know that
Even Grants Pen a seh a ghost that a him have the most chat
Tek yuh spot in a the Sunday Gleaner then
Everybody know a dreamer dem
Claat up the rifle in a the pussy hole
Steve, tell the bwoy nuh dream again
You done seize a team a dem
Mi nuh need a team a friend
Sandy Park mek bwoy lost and find with gunshot in a dem