Lyrics:

[Intro]
From mi pop it off, I don't care who know them
The pussy dem dead!
From mi pop it off, I don't care who grow them
The pussy dem dead!
Them a carry feelings?
A six foot six, with six man a carry them
Them a carry feelings?
A six foot six, with six man a carry them

[Chorus]
Lead a buss, head a buss
Plan a fly
Place get dark down, bat a fly
Draw fi mi gun, gunshot a guy
A weh some gunbag a try?
Lead a buss, head a buss
Plan a fly
Place get dark down, bat a fly
None a dem nuh bad, a just a bag of lie
Watch dem a work fi dem bat a fly

[Verse 1]
Bwoy say dem bad, but mi don’t understand
A mussi bad breath, with a couple bad grammar
Walk and a tie up dem head with bandana
Bwoy face haffi fly when mi fly back the hammer
Gun a wave like a banner, crazy piranha
Rifle a put dem man yah pon hanger
Pussy dem a actor, Hanna Montana
Bere clip bend, like banana and comma
Big up Cantaberry pon da bloodclaat song yah
Full of rifle, like Bush and Sadam
Yo Grans Pen, we a the war planner
A nuh little pye-pye, long AR bomber
Boom, boom!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
From you diss, you dead, mi swear mi life pon it!
Anyweh you see mi, pussyhole, try panic
Bwoy a go sink, sumn like Titanic
Inna your face the .45, slam it!
Piece a your brain deh pon the SI bannit
Your girlfriend run, bend down, a try vomit
Our badness....a like the man inna the wheel chair..
Dem just cyan stand it!
You wi' get hurt, and mi nah talk the planet
Mi wi' step first, our thing a nuh comic
All when your lift weights and a take tonic
357 shot bruk down bionic
Boom, boom!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Repeat Verse 1]

[Repeat Chorus (2x)]