(Intro)
Genahsyde enuh
The whole a dem a some clown, yeah
Yellow Moon
Grung dem

All me need, the clip full and get a bad driver
Dem endz vanquish a spendshell
And man a drop like wha'
We a bomboclaat peak striker

(Verse 1)
Me pop information technology off and claat it
Swear to God, I don't intendance if you bad inna your place
You no bad around hither
32 inna the clip and every copper going share
Six human and vi funeral the Bomber sound clear
Hammer fly, belly osculation, float going tear
Get a telephone call, weh you say that him a wear
And then nosotros circle him and osculation him caput inna the square
Tiptop striker do it, ask the man weh sell the pear
Every bit him order a nutrient and before it could a share
A the burglarize plough on all God could a hear
And the clip run out, so me draw fi a spear
And me turn it 'pon any pu**y pass and a stare

(Chorus)
Superlative striker
All me need, the clip total and become a bad driver
Dem endz shell a spendshell
And man a drop like wha', nail
Elevation striker claat it, acme striker
When me aim, we no miss, somebody a go missing
The amount a duppy 'pon this, the strap hot like wha'
A my money buy this, no borrow that neither
Blast, tiptop striper claat it, peak striker
When me aim, we no miss, somebody a go missing

(Verse two)
Lift up the Bryco, how dem a mek noise then
Anyweh we bulldoze go, go buss it, man a dive so
Some pu**y just love attention
We put three inna your face,
Your muma d'even recognize you
Whole a dem a some clown, Matthew's Lane
Weh dem a practise Downtown
Mobay gun audio and shake the compound
Man bleach a your gate until me plough brown
Close range, me remainder the chrome 'pon your crown
Top striker, blast, head found 'pon the ground
Mek your duppy fast, the pu**y couldn't mek a audio
No demand a hundred round fi go gun dem down

Echo Chorus

(Verse 3)
Me pop it off and claat information technology
Swear to God, I don't care if yous bad inna your place
You no bad around hither
32 inna the clip and every copper going share
Half-dozen human and six funeral the Bomber sound clear
Hammer fly, abdomen buss, float going tear
Get a phone phone call, weh you lot say that him a wear
And so we circle him and kiss him head inna the square
Superlative striker practise it, ask the man weh sell the pear
As him order a nutrient and earlier it could a share
A the rifle turn on all God could a hear
And the clip run out, so me draw fi a spear
And me turn it 'pon any pu**y pass and a stare

Echo Chorus

(Outro)
Genasyde enuh
The whole a dem a some clown, yeah
Yellow Moon
Grung dem

All me need, the clip full and go a bad commuter
Dem endz crush a spendshell
And man a drib similar wha'
We a bomboclaat top striker