Letra

Dem a tempt mi fi rise everything like the dead a Dovecot A Flanka mi grow pu–y better pree that And anybody feel mi a f–kign idiot One in a yo head meck yo marrow pree that True mi a duel in a the tomb underneath the radar Apocalypse know weh fi drop in this f–k Sparta nuh fi get weh dem a come from Cause wi, wi rise up a bag a legion Turn up mi bomboclaat voice Nuh have nuh compassion like a Christ enuh Dawg flee when mi fire black lice hi nuh Thunder roll out red carpet enuh Mi gun pop off nine o clock strike hi nuh Call that a lost soul caw dem cyaa find him Evil suh till satan nuh waan si mi Well dark Dem cyaa catch mi a dance caw mi nuh party 40 ball a di name a di glock 40 A wa do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument A talk bout badness, dem badness for the next Big up mi dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle nuh Haffi si the at the cross road hi nuh Suh mi nah watch nuh face cause that shoot off hi nuh From mi likkle and a grow dem seh mi disastrous (Repeat) Roll out wid mi gloves and mi mask on Bullet touch yo heart like a sad song When my gun aim and spray Mi intoxicate lungs like Cravingna Tell dem don't f–k wid a spartan Bullet meck yo brain fly pass martian Big yard tug dem nuh talk long Well bad Mi a the spartan king call mi titan Murder yo bloodclaat wid nuh license Buss up dem face, no slicing But dem in a box, no slice thing Is like a pizza delivery Show up a the door a mi enemy F–k up like mi phone in Mi gun have infinity energy (Repeat) (Repeat 1) (Repeat)
Writer(s): Andrew Myrie, Andrew Sayeed Myrie, Leroy Junior Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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