[Intro]
Hey singer, me yuh a call songwriter, eh?
War Teacher a gang fighter
Gunshot write off yuh gang like paper from di typewriter
Your boss mek yuh feel hyper
But this rifle, this sniper mek all a unu head blow like ten pied piper
Bout man a traitor, unu is a faker, listen mi Jamaica

[Verse 1]
Dem a pussy inna badman place
When yuh see mi gun inna mi hand & one pon waist
When mi a kill bwoy pon border
Mavado a barber weh a put powder pon man face
Flexx, please warn fin hand Dave
Warlord boost yuh, yuh feel big and brave
When him deh yah Piece giving man trim and shave
Me ova so give a man grave
Every man inna Alliance mi giving shots
All Sharon Burke affi pay friging tax
Shot spot Marshall like chicken pox
Mince up Killa head wid a kitchen axe
Bling Dawg's no pound dog, Bling him fat
Busy step out bullets stop him in him tracks
Mavado him a gwaan like di real Mccoy
But when copper tek Singing Blacks
Di gangsta piss and shit himself bout nine times, dat's di facts
Him a bleed like pads from di Maxi box
Kartel rise di Glocks and relax di max
Mi kill him or if a him like di House Of Wax
Him stink like wet shoes widout di socks
Julian a go get extra amount of box
Cause mi a gang fighter & song writer
[Chorus:]
Mi gun write di songs wid hollow tips from bwoy skin
When we a kill bumbohole some pussy a trim yeah
Any war weh mi fight mi win, any war dem crown mi king
Waan come diss, what a sin, 'memba Assassin?
Now a fi unu time fi di bullets flossin

[Verse 2]
Mi tun up di war temperature
Alliance tun memory pon dead picture
Dem nuh straight dem cross like swashtika
Clap mi hand, dem drop like mosquito
Elephant Man never follow dem him reach BET lock dung MTV
Why unu waan test VC?
All yuh gonna get is a grave marked R.I.P
Hey! Killa recruit Aidonia
True him lyrics dem bad like ammonia
If yuh need him fi write song fi yuh
If yuh was a phone, yuh couldn't be no phonier
Let di likkle star shine don't hold him down
Mi a tell yuh this, this have a funky tone
Anyday violate Kartel, don't a Killa walk
Yuh betta do a Bounty run! BLOODCLAAT!

[Chorus]
Mi gun write di songs wid hollow tips from bwoy skin
When we a kill bumbohole some pussy a trim yeah
Any war weh mi fight mi win, any war dem crown mi king
Waan come diss, what a sin, memba Assassin
Now a full time fi di bullets flossin