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Mr. Death
Grung dem! Hah! Bomboclaat, Genahsyde You hear me a
say now man Country I
You know Masicka how the
thing go Grung dem Yo, Paco General Bomboclaat, no bad like we Dem no know 'bout badness yet, dem just don't know Only bad behind the
mic inna the
studio (grung) Me pull up a
heckle and kotch And tell him fit it up back And him a
ask me weh this fi go Gun 'pon me belly everyweh a
so me go From you diss, you're dead, yo man and everybody know Real life murder, me thing a
never show Real life murder, me thing a
never show Me see man a
talk tough, but me hold me calm (boom) From the
hammer lick the
pin bredda, you know weh gwaan We fire corn and man a
fold up the
amount a
soul weh gone Wet dem up, dem know the
storm The
boy fi kill we dog, that no sure fi born Bag a
man a
dead, we full a
corn, like we own the
farm Slam it inna head, boy turn off cah the
chrome is on Squeeze the
trigger so till all me index finger bone deformed Paco General go kill dem off and that's the
only plan Dem no know 'bout badness yet, dem just don't know Only bad behind the
mic inna the
studio (grung) Me pull up a
heckle and kotch And tell him fit it up back And him a
ask me weh this fi go Gun 'pon me belly everyweh a
so me go From you diss, you're dead, yo man and everybody know Real life murder, me thing a
never show Real life murder, me thing a
never show When this rise, believe it, don't bother feel like me nah squeeze it So easy man a
beat it boy dem a
look dem cyaan believe Dem a
send threat, checkmate, too late, him don just get wet Him spot the
rake and run gone fi him gun and dead before him reach it Shot a
fly like JetBlue, fly through vest, fly through chest too Him join the
back a the
line fi dead and him a the
first one get through Him friend dem dead too, we run Mister Dead crew Boy dem a
shuffle like card Dem no know 'bout badness yet, dem just don't know Only bad behind the
mic inna the
studio (grung) Me pull up a
heckle and kotch And tell him fit it up back And him a
ask me weh this fi go Gun 'pon me belly everyweh a
so me go From you diss, you're dead, yo man and everybody know Real life murder, me thing a
never show Real life murder, me thing a
never show Kill dem one one, country I, tell dem gang bang Dynass dress up like madman And creep up 'pon dem bang bang bang Drizzle dress like business man, link up screw dem and vision Mastermind just set the
plan, with the
deh waan line each gang Bow crafish, dem a
crawfish Every man slack off when me pop off this Why you stop smile, take your last breathe Closed casket and none a
dem no know weh cause it Dem no know 'bout badness yet, dem just don't know Only bad behind the
mic inna the
studio (grung) Me pull up a
heckle and kotch And tell him fit it up back And him a
ask me weh this fi go Gun 'pon me belly everyweh a
so me go From you diss, you're dead, yo man and everybody know Real life murder, me thing a
never show Real life murder, me thing a
never show Me bad from the
early stages of the
embryo Sniper tun over the
buffalo Nyam him breakfast 'pon him owna patio When mister dead ring you phone Beg you do, no say, "Hello!"
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