[Intro]
Cutsleeve Records
Mandeville, the 'mount a man we kill
Ravers, Glendevon (Boom)
Hanover, back to Negril
Junction, Saint E
A nightmare when the dawg them appear
Shoot boy in a face, a no corn in a air
'Matic a change like car in a gear
Marrow gone in a air
Westmoreland

[Verse 1]
Gunshot in a face, a no tough chatting
Shot a spin in a them head from the old barrel
We chop up boy body and puncture ribs
What them know 'bout them, don't know 'bout that
Chop off head with a cutlass
Burn down house, anybody move, gunshot
Bleach 'pon them ends, said like compass
Four dawg pull up out a the Probox
Me link with the Z, unuh ask Kodak
Me will kill one a unuh pussy, unuh know that
Burn down your house
Make the dawg pour gas in a mouth and light boy body, hold that
[Pre-Chorus]
Mandeville, the 'mount a man we kill (Light boy body, hold that)
Hanover, back to Negril
Uptop Camp

[Chorus]
Wha' 'mount a duppy weh we walk with
A haunted, we haunted (Haunted, we haunted)
Wha' 'mount a people we murder
A haunted, we haunted
Man will buss them head very brawling, mhmm
If you diss me, you dead by a morning, mhmm

[Verse 2]
A no killer, it's a pussyhole that
Pull up a him foot, me want see the joker
Window wind down and the Uzi throw shot
Shot a slap in a him head, a no pick the coconut
People just a scatter like say a show act
The Colt clap, phone drop
Chop off your head and put in 'pon the ground
And kick it like ball and say a goal that
Big 'matic a work
Man a drop in a dirt
Shot a lodge in a eye
Somebody son in a hearse
Say them bad, but them no bad, them just a chat in a dirt
Man buck them up, a could a ratchet a work
[Bridge]
You no want start war, you no want try
All a we crime them [?]
Say you no want dweet
Pussy, you no want fight
We will pull a drive-by

[Verse 3]
A no freestyle we call this
We send boy body down a Doyley's
Run up the 'K like mileage
Old .45 flush boy like toilet
No boy can't style because me no stylish
Wild who? Pussy go suck your mother, no wild this
Buss them head with the 'K weh a Chiney
Ravers badness, left place grimy
Unuh try me, the new MAC-90
The BLR-16 sing like Riley
With the Taurus we buss boy head
T65 and the...the new war cutter
The war cutter
And me no see no boy a Earth me can't go for
From gas in a the car, and we have them rass gun yah
Two rifle man a march 'pon them ends like soldier
Yeah, big gun will fire and it evidently
The Uzi and MAC truck never empty
And if a cheap gun, man have it very plenty
Me graduate badness, them there a elementary
Me send fi a long rifle a Saint E
The six pants have a clip weh a seventy
Me shoot boy in a head, make friend see
Blood left 'pon the ground fi forensic