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One bag a chatting middle east
My thing a di least
When me a aim an squeeze me nuh miss
A Wah do dem boy deh
Dem a get pon me nerves

Dem a tempt me fi rise everyting like di dead a dovecot
A Flanker me grow, puzzy better pre dat
An anybody feel me fuking eidot
One inna you head mek you marrow pree dat
True me a dwell inna di tomb underneath the radar
Acapolispe now when me droping this bomb
Sparta nuh figet weh dem a come from
Talk ti we rise up a bag a eagle

Tun up me bomboclaat voice enuh
Nuh have no compassion like a christ enuh
Dog flee when me fire black lice enuh
Thunda roll out red carpet enuh
Mi gun pop off nine o'clock strike enuh
Call dat a lost sole caw dem cant fine him

Evil so till satan nuh wah see me
Well darrrrrk
Dem caw catch me a dance cause me nuh party
Forty-Eight Ball a did name a me glock forty
A wah do dem boy deh come a chat argument
A talk bout badness dem badness fraudulent
Big up me dead fren dem, Ants Man and Simikle nuh
Me needs a fi see dem a di cross road enuh
So me nah watch no face cause dat shoot off enuh
From mi little and a grow dem say me disastrous

Rise everyting like di dead a dovecot
A Flanker me grow, puzzy better pre dat
An anybody feel me fuking eidot
One inna you head mek you marrow pree dat
True me a dwell inna di tomb underneath the radar
Acapolispe now when me droping this bomb
Sparta nuh figet weh dem a come from
Talk till we rise up a bag a eagle

Roll out wid mi gloves and me mass on
Bullet touch you heart like a sad song
When my gun aim and spray
Mi intoxicate blood like craven A
Tell dem dont fuk wid a Spartan

Bullet mek you brain fly pass marshon
Big yard thug dem nuh talk long
Well baaaaaad

Mi a di Spartan King call me Titan
Murder you bloodclaat no licence
Buss up gun face no slicing
Put down inna box no slicing
Its like pizza delievery
Show up a di door a me enemy
Fuk up dat before me
Me gun have infinite energy

Rise everyting like di dead a dovecot
A Flanker me grow, puzzy better pre dat
An anybody feel me fuking eidot
One inna you head mek you marrow pree dat
True me a dwell inna di tomb underneath the radar
Acapolispe now when me droping this bomb
Sparta nuh figet weh dem a come from
Talk till we rise up a bag a eagle

Tun up me bomboclaat voice enuh
Nuh have no compassion like a christ enuh
Dog flee when me fire black lice enuh
Thunda roll out red carpet enuh
Mi gun pop off nine o'clock strike enuh
Call dat a lost sole caw dem cant fine him

Evil so till satan nuh wah see me
Well darrrrrk
Dem caw catch me a dance cause me nuh party
Forty-Eight Ball a did name a me glock forty
A wah do dem boy deh come a chat argument
A talk bout badness dem badness fraudulent
Big up me dead fren dem, Ants Man and Simikle nuh
Me needs a fi see dem a di cross road enuh
So me nah watch no face cause dat shoot off enuh
From mi little and a grow dem say me disastrous

Rise everyting like di dead a dovecot
A Flanker me grow, puzzy better pre dat
An anybody feel me fuking eidot
One inna you head mek you marrow pree dat
True me a dwell inna di tomb underneath the radar
Acapolispe now when me droping this bomb
Sparta nuh figet weh dem a come from
Talk till we rise up a bag a eagle

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