(Intro) After mi murder the son turn the gun pon the father Gully Side deal wid the pu**y dem like Israel do to Gaza This a broad day slaughter, people a ask weh dem war fah Mi dawgs dem a brawler, the Scalawas and the Squaler (Chorus) Wi nuh beg friend in a place, wi tek over bwoy place Meck dem haffi run out And if you think seh you bad Bombohole mi deh a road a wait till you come out A my friend dem a buss head in a you place and you know that Even Grands-Pen a seh a ghost that a him have the most chat (Verse 1) Dem get mi gun crabbit Suh dem a dead like some Bugs bunny rabbit Jamaica know mi gun habit War start bwoy dead in a the 14 parish Dem soft like crackers in in porridge Paste dem up like mackers in parish The pu**y come a talk bout Kuff, Cauf, Queff The Keltech a left him stink cabbage Mi seh badman nuh throw word suh pu**y call name Mi nuh play domino and itch up pon lane Portmore seh a bate dem Corn grain come a fire stray shot You nuh si you cyaa aim Ready fi burn dem up, fire ball flame This a you aftermath, after the hurricane You still a sus pon the phone bout dem a die same Mi a meck yo cry pain everybody cry shame (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2) Tek you spot in a the Sunday Gleaner Everybody know a dreamer dem Claat up the rifle in a the pu**y-hole Steve tell the bwoy nuh dream again You done seize a team a dem Mi nuh need a team a friend Sandy-Park meck bwoy lost and find wid gunshot in a dem