Paint The City Red (Sosa Freestyle)

Yeah, hmm-mmm
Modern Warfare
You see me, current a kick
And pussy know say dem haffi surrender quick
You see me, and the bag a talking thing
And anyweh you diss, gunshot clap find you
Shoot up pussy ends dem nervous
And cyaan buss back like Ryno
A the sinner this
Real bomboclaat Stinger this

Step with the rifle, rise it a clap
You lie 'pon your back, your inside full a shot
Me, ride upon dem ends, bicycle stop
Bail off a the bicycle, ice-pick attack
Ribcage pop, you slide and a drop
While him a gap, me smile and a knock
Skin fry like sprat inna oil inna pot
Your friend dem 'fraid, haffi hide fi go shop
We always strap, fi do crime, a no chat
A no Cinemax a no Showtime, me no act
Pussy doh feel like a rhyme inna trap
Gun burst, see the hearse, you we drive inna that
Funeral, mother arrive inna black
Me arrive a the funeral, five inna Glock
Paul the pallbearer, eye haffi lock
No bwoy me no 'fraid a, no time me no back (me no back)

Man, we paint the city red
Sin City march out fi put some shot inna dem head
Lyrically you a pussy, physically you we dead
Waan me prove it, fuck the music
Me a go murder dem instead
Me bad you fuck

Me creep a him gate
Bleach and wait till him sleep and wake
Then me squeeze one straight, lick off the door
Him dash 'way the hot cup a tea and plate
Dem freak and bait
Shots swell him up, like a kid weh feed 'pon cake
Him gyal no stop scream and shake
Never leave 'pon haste, me dick
Me tell her fi kneel and taste
Then me squeeze one inna her face
We, we a murderer, we nah trace
Could a big like Goliath inna Jesus days
The Kel-Tec pow, when you feel that blaze
Pow! Pussy haffi sleep inna a grave
Me love war, me stubborn, me hard-ears
Ever strap, real thug in the street nah gaze
My dog no have fleas, no have mange
Big Mac impact, thing clap *gunshot*
Skin start change

War dem want, so me paint the city red
Sin City march out fi put some shot inna dem head
Lyrically you a pussy, physically you we dead
Waan me prove it, fuck the music
Me a go murder dem instead
Pass me gun

Shoot out, showdown, doh run, man drop a bust
Masicka bad from board gun, One Pop a buss
Nah fi step with one bag a man back a us
Don Dadda, man badda
Man a crush dem ends with the Bomber plus
Bottle boom, mek dem scatter fuss
Copper mus, poison you
Like a you nyam the food weh the rat a touch
Bone the Glock a crush
Some pussy weh fade out like Snagga Puss
Badness some man a push, doh come with bag a suss
Find your body flat a bush
Mag a mek you stagger like say you smoke a lot a kush
Me a the baddest bomboclaat thing right now, weh so man a do
When some man a try, hammer fly
Man a die, mama cry, "Jah Jah, why?"
Food me ketch him gyal a buy and buss her head and

Then me paint the city red
Sin City march out fi put some shot inna dem head
Lyrically you a pussy, physically you we dead
Waan me prove it, fuck the music
Huggins, murder dem instead
Pass me gun

Mek me paint the city red
Sin City march out fi put some shot inna dem head
Lyrically you a pussy, physically you we dead
Waan me prove it, fuck the music
Me a go murder dem instead
Pass me gun

Me say current a kick enuh
You hear that