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Real Killer (No Chorus)

 

Real Killer (No Chorus)


Fool that, Stephen
Yeah that's it, that's it, that's it
Me ah kill dem without even ah chorus
Nigga's be killing (yow)
Aaaaye ah wha' happen to dem
Warn dem enuh Stephen
Becah me evil, dead dem dead
Wha' happen to dem

Dem tracing like Denise
But when me rifle squeeze
Bwoy deh 'pon the freezer ah freeze
Buss the special till it breeze
Gangster nuh tek nuh leave
Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees

With dem one bag ah lipping, like ah lipstick war
Bite 'pon me name, like ah biscuit war
Aye fag, tell you frag this is not kids war
Run up inna me gun and bwoy face 'pon tar (seet)
Now the bwoy dem panicking
Cah dem naa shot a sole dem only kill mannequin
The fuss head buss him vomiting
Unknown rifle clap and him vanishing

If you don't know nothing 'bout real killa
Mek me tell you something 'bout real killa
Real killa bagga chatting me nuh read inna
Me dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner
If you don't know nothing 'bout real killa
Mek me tell yuh something 'bout real killa
Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna
Rifle buss through your shield inna

Your fren dem ah your pall bearer
So dem ah go bring your casket
Put the body ah the spot right where the box keep
Park the Chiney K, the Russian chopstick
Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick
Nuh chorus, ah bare sitting, ah bare sitting
Aye Ah pay sitting, ah nuh play sitting
Stephen play the riddim nuh delay sitting
Long time Jamaica nuh hear me slay sitting
Run up inna me gun, with the duppy bat backa yuh
Stuck inna a copper and him stuck inna copper to
Black blunt rise an' bleach out head blacker to
Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer to
The Gully Gad an' there ain't no damn other to
And motherfcuker don't tell me 'bout your mother to
I'm so mad I'll murder your bredda to
You're tracing like Dawn and Ava to

If yuh don't know nuttin 'bout real
Real, real blue steel
Me nah talk nuh cart wheel
Bumbohole head spin like me van wheel

If you don't know real killa
Mek me tell you 'bout real killa
Real killa bagga lippin me nuh read inna
Stephen!

Stephen ah me you send for
Ah that the bumbohole dem life jus' end for
Inna war ah it me get ten outta ten fa
I'm mentally crazy remember, mad
Bumboclaat do dem, dem sick like me?
Dem mad like me? Dem mad like me?

When me seh sick me nah talk sick fi public
Me ah talk, me nuh even ah talk mentally sick
Me born sick, bwoy start me gun never stick
Dem bwoy jus' ah lip
Me nah haffi use me gun me we use ice pick

So if yuh don't kno nuttin 'bout real killa
Don't... mad

done

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