Lyrics:

Him mother hold her breast and go down pon her knees
Bwal to the sky seh Lord tek him please
Find Microwave dead inna cane piece
Diss the wrong man and pick up couple grain piece

Me naw send nobody fi lydown a admission
Kill every bomborassclaat opposition
Glok 34 50-round ammunition
A the first it a squeeze, a body gone mortician
Bwoy freeze like seh him get a vision
Same suh him dead eye open fly a pigeon
Gunman a buss a nuh fenormal civilian
Suh dem a medz wrong if dem think a competition

Yow Fross
All wa a gwaan a just da likkle girl deh mi sorry fah
A she alone know the pain
Pussy hole run all you waan but you cyaa hide from yo dirty ways
People a St. Thomas to this day still a talk bout you likkle case
Naw talk bout murder case

Him mother hold her breast and go down pon her knees
Bwal to the sky seh Lord tek him please
Find Microwave dead inna cane piece
Diss the wrong man and pick up couple grain piece

Yow flower
Wheel out, everything a squeeze out
30 clip a fire yo duppy a leap out
You get a week coming like you weak out
Couldn't give the people dem nothing fi tweet bout
Dem a laughing stock real joke
Shot a fire up hear Microwave a scream out
Naw stop talk seh a freak out
Any step you meck just know you head a leek out

A just da likkle girl deh mi sorry fah
A she alone know the pain
Pussy hole run all you waan but you cyaa hide from yo dirty ways
People a St. Thomas to this day still a talk bout you likkle case
Naw talk bout murder case

Him mother hold her breast and go down pon her knees
Bwal to the sky seh Lord tek him please
Find Microwave dead inna cane piece
Diss the wrong man and pick up couple grain piece