Dead Bwoy Leroy - Jahmiel, Week.day

Only kid inna the war weh the goat dem a curry 'pon your bloodclaat nine night

Kidnap your mumma when she go fi view your dead body dung a bright light

Vampire badness

Pussy, you watch too much Twilight

Me have too much gun, so fi live inna the cabin a no the right size

A .32 inna the clip and me a gi' you dem

Your friend try run, but me kill your friend

Threat a something me no send

If a no M.V.P., pussy you no trend

First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10

Me you a pree, so me kill you then

Pussy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait

Dem a dance hall fishermen

Bombohole!

Buss him head with the Benilli

Breed your gyal, but a you she gi' the belly

Your last youth favour me

Tell the demon Satan 'fraid a me

A the whole Jamaica waan gun him dung

When dem see Sean Kingston a rub him down

Pliers pull teeth out a fucking gum

The demon say 'mhm', like a dumb him dumb (hehe)

Press the trigger mek the Uzi repeat

Famine, a when your gyal no gi' your pussy fi eat

A she run him head, she tell the pussy go sleep

A we buss him head, me mek a juvi' go dweet

You nah fly, so you nah mek no damn money

And nothing nah too gwaan fi scam money (heh)

Somebody tell Leroy Russel, mek sure a no batty him a hustle

Grow up in a house full a Christian

But mek me tell you how him tun demon

A true, dem catch him 'pon a priest strong

Pussy, you no straight a wha' do uncle she mon

No call no man name, 'cause a me one

Hype him a look off a gully and V-Clan

Mamn circle your region, squeeze one

Muma jay bawl out, «Jeezam Peezam»

A .32 inna the clip and me a gi' you dem

Your friend try run, but me kill your friend

Threat a something me no send

If a no M.V.P., pussy you no trend

First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10

Me you a pree, so me kill you then

Pussy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait

Dem a dance hall fishermen

Me no fire two grains a the whole rice bag dem a get

No hashtag bwoy, a toe tag dem a get

Life the Sparta dog dem a fret

Pussy dead when the Patriots dem a step

Yeah me short, but pussy, me no short a gun

Him answer because him thing water dung (heh!)

Nah no lyrics and war no done

«Gaza unno sure a Mr. Palmer son»

Which gun microphone inna hand him a grip

Full a tough talk when him a chat inna hit

Yah pussy so your fucking head the 'matic a split

If him a call me bait, that mean Tommy a fish

Bou mighty, pussy have a mighty mouth

Tattoo pan your face, man a go knife it out

Portmore the rifle dem rise eh done

Nozzle big like the big pussy gyal weh your wife enuh

Mek me see you then

Your friend try run, but me kill your friend

Threat a something me no send

If a no M.V.P., pussy you no trend

First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10

Me you a pree, so me kill you then

Pussy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait

Dem a dance hall fishermen

Fucker

A moment of silence