Warning Parental advisory. Explicit lyrics
You cyaan style none a my friend dem in a no batty argument, bwoy
You no see say you a fish
A badman song that
Hear wha' a gwaan
Ha!
Yo, Shampoo!
Saint Thomas!
Mobay!
RPG
Spanish Town!
Weh dem a do?
Go get them!
RPG (woii yoii)
Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Me zoom up your funeral from '08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG
Bomboclaat
Woii
Bwoy, tek one month fi find tune
A wha' happen to Jamaican Meek mill
Me clip dem pack up like yellow bus
And none a dem don't waan refill
The dread a no nothing fi me kill
You grave a no nothing fi me build
A walking ghost so a free kill
RPG
Bwoy, 'member a you tell Jamaica a bwoy like you
A the axe dem me use 'pon a bwoy like you
Chop you up fine like steam callaloo
Five shot inna your head and everything fly through
Milla 9 know you a punk
All you a do a pull badman stunt
Brand new Smith & Wesson me go lift up
And mek the dutty dread bwoy swallow black blunt
Wha' do da bwoy yah weh bad every month
Weh nam bare gyal inna him new blue Benz front
Pussy you done dead from '08
Inna '016 a your ghost me a hunt
Me mek you move in inna hearse
You cyaan style Jamie Roberts
You fi talk 'bout over South Beach
When inna your face Tameka squirt
RPG
Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Me zoom up your funeral from '08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG
Saint Thomas
Bwoy, a tell me him a Gad me no Haily
Your bredda is a fish use the mathic and scale him
Bwoy haffi jump and rail him
Every shot connect inna him, me no graze him
Bwoy, how me fi thief Chi Ching hook?
And a me give Chi Ching Ching the song book
Sutherland dem don't rate no damn Brooks
Boil that crook, when the Glock cook
RPG
Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Me zoom up your funeral from '08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG
Seafort, tell dem
Saint Thomas man born and me proud
And me Grants Pen friend dem we buss your head loud
Funny Gad marrow gone up inna the cloud
MAK-90 go left him spread out 'pon the road
Funny Gad me no tek press
Gunshot me send me no send text
Bwoy a feel up DJ Khaled
And a tell badman him a the best
RPG
Doraine a go read 'bout
Your bloodclaat body tonight 'pon the damn TV
Buss out the dread bwoy head with the bomboclaat RPG
Me zoom up your funeral from '08
Tonight, and a watch it inna 3D
RPG
Note:This song is a diss for Mavado and is a counteraction to Mavado's diss song Funeral. Mavado responded to this song, RPG, with Dem Dead A' Ready (RIP).
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