Lyrics:

(Sick of them man)
Fuck all dem (You)
Yo dem vex true since me arrival
Mi have di fans dem hands ah wave like tidal (A dat)
Dem fi know seh a music drugs and guns ah mi only survival
Wah mek dem vex?

True mi say 'Addi ah mi daddy'
Mi proud 'cause a badman ah my dad
Fi dat I glad
Rise up my mag from my lab, dem die bad
Yuh uh nuh real gangsta, you ah try bad
Yu have battyman bredda, you soon try fag
A bowers pon face like pussy, you a try pad
Killer mode, terrible dan lance wid di high trod
Mi writers credit fi From Them Dis, dem try rob
Bus me gun, blood run
Like when gal cum pon Skatta tongue
Head bruk like a column
Inna duppy dem the mack a tun
Blood run like to the cheese when di rat a run
Body bun smell worse than when rice pot a bun
Fill your head tuff dan cornmeal weh hunk, 'cah di chef shotta tun
Shot to you headders to the end when di copper come
45 shot clap-out, breeze kaka son
Rise rifle telescope (Woo), snipe dat ah gun
When me snipe side outside, tripe drop a ground
Try dive, drop a ground
Expect di white car is a bike dat a come
Red light, Glock ah come
Dem have lot a gun
Nobody fi press it up
Bus di slugback barrel pan di speshy bruk
Dem face me mess it up
Trod wid di ras' from east, wha' u do?
Shoot up, him chest erupt
We nuh fear bwoy wid screw face, ugly cut
When my gun big up
Gunshot naw deduct
Gunshot swell him up
Like when Hulk big up
Mek blood run look like bulk syrup

Mi neva call him name but Busy dead at Sting
The people dem seh 'boo' instead of fling
Fuck up him, cheddar swing
Dat mek him head ah spin
Him future look cloudy like bad weathering
Another ting, at Sting, when mi seh suck yuh mumma
Ah nuh to mi fans weh nuff like a match weh Sepp Blatter line up
Ah the eight bottybwoy dem weh Skatta line up
Dem the Glock a bine up
'Cause it copper coin up (Bushkosh)
Mi spit lot a rhyme up
'Cause bad word, round the stage bare cop a line up
Dem seh 'Mr. Proper Way', 'Mr. Proper Time Up'
Weh the fuck do dem?
Skatta time up (Why?)
Under dress dem dine up
Digest vagina
Tek weh mi self
So my flex nuh spoil up
Ah jus' Strat' don, I vex seh sign up
Mi nuh buy crash van, mi that haffi crash from
Boom up like gas pan dump inna de trash can
Head blood splash from when gunshot dash from
Size ten MAC-10 level to the rass hand
Ah who send man fi guh page Craig Roberts?
Dem fearing fi di big gun weh Craig ah burst
Left head a earth
Mek blood red ah dirt
Like code red, dem ah bawl 'Red alert'

Mi nah trace
Gunshot draw out them tongue like when ah shoes wan' lace
No, ah nuh Beenie and Bounty war
Handgun, shotgun 12 guage, pumpy war
Dem badmind
True the gal dem love mi and wan 'give it up
So mi future dem well wan' frig it up
Use gunshot, swell head and big it up
Aye

Informer haunted
Tell kingfish lie, seh mi ah par wid bare man weh wanted
Seh mi get new gun, wharf mi get eight offa
Wid de new gunshot weh mek bone break faster
It clap up, head crack up, like cake saucer
Man that tek face offa
It skin scrape offa
Can't bait mi like fish inna di lake water
Strap wid mi gun ah night time, mi ah de late walker (Gun)
Weh mi buss, mek mi shake like ah break dancer
Left dem ends clean like a lawn weh the rake slaughter
Shot buck dem like Bulls wid the great Harper
Anytime mi shoot it like Spurs number eight Parker
'ablo
Load up the 'K faster, K faster
Spray faster
Buck D, him betray after
Mi and him a trod street, we come straight offa
Yet still him switch, listen mi
Hear cause wah
Mek Buck D switch through money
Cordell a make faster
Dem come in like a battyman Catholic gay pastor
From youth, mi nuh wanna be master
Cah know di pitbull mek yuh see beware ah mi yard
Ah de ting weh clap any man near ah mi yard
Yuh inna di van weh appear ah di morgue
Mi nuh fire sky shot, mi nuh try that
Cah only man mi fear ah the lord
The gun weh mi hand go bring long like mango limb
Change the coloring pan you skin
Body buss up when di bomb go fling
Cause some bwoy a bowers, pan dem gal thong go fling
Dem weak to gal like is ah Samson ting
Wid me and dem, ah straight gunshot ting
No more clash ting
No more song nuh sing
No