Testo Lodge - Bounty Killer
Testo della canzone Lodge (Bounty Killer), tratta dall'album Strictly The Best Vol. 11
Yo
People dead!
Dead!
We nuh have mercy
Angel Doulas dem get we gun thirsty
And a me name Percy
Fi mi gun nuh join lodge, and it nuh join church
Disrespect me, somebody must lie down a dirt
Give we no talk, to kill is Junglist work
Yah so fi dead, mek TG drivers
True we say splurt
Bwoy think a joke, and try style we shirt
Who fool him up and tell him it coulda work?
MAC 11 pop out, now your skull burst
Big piece of fool go lay down inna the hearse
Likkle more dem carry you down deh so inna church
Mumma bawl, puppa bawl, and brother curse
Chat 'til God come, you still a go under dirt
Big piece of fool, dem nuh see say you a perch?
Gwan diss big murderer from Dunkirk
If a Waterhouse man, you know that cyan work
If a Seaview man, you know we don't nurse
Nannyville man hand, a dem a shoot first
Nah take no chat like no gyal, we nuh curse
If we make a splurt and take off we shirt
Fling 'way we pants, give we frack and all skirt
When we pass back, we will shot up all church
Mumma and puppa we buck, dem get hurt
Ansan fly and Dodge skull ago burst
Wicked, we wicked and well down to Earth
Old vampire, now dem get we blood thirst
Fi murder people a we long time work
Dem run 'way Pouter, and dem put in the clerk
Wait, we a wait 'cause that skull ago burst
Wicked, we wicked and well down to Earth
TG man a say
Fi we gun nuh join lodge, and it nuh join church
Disrespect we, somebody must drop a dirt
Give we no talk, to kill is Seaview work
Yah so fi dead, mek Riverton drivers
True we send you gun
Nuff of dem believe say shipment come
But a long time TG man have dem gun
Informer flag Junglist a shot down
Whole lip service a beat up your gum
Old mouth a Massey hole, a seat and sit down
Bwoy like unuh mek wickedness cyan done
Everyday you git up 'bout gun, gun, gun
The wickedest thing, unuh never own none
Never buss no shot, much less we blood run
Informer see mi gun buss, dem cyan run
Head split inna two, and marrow drop a grnung
Eye and brain, we nuh see 'way that done
Bun dem with tire, dem find dem inna drum
True dem a foreign, kill dem a Jamdown
Country will find dem, or Kingston
Well, an informer must plead to mi gun
Chat you a chat, but your life ago done
Fi murder people, all to we it is fun
From top me tell dem
Fi mi gun nuh join lodge, it nuh join church
Disrespect me, somebody must drop a dirt
Give we no talk, to kill is TG work
Yah so fi dead, mek Junglist drivers
True we say splurt
Bwoy think a joke, and try style we shirt
Who fool him up and tell him it coulda work?
MAC 11 pop out, now your skull burst
Big piece of fool go lay down inna the hearse
Likkle more dem carry you down deh so inna church
Mumma bawl, puppa bawl, and brother curse
Chat 'til God come, you still a go under dirt
Big piece of fool, dem nuh see say you a perch?
Gwan diss big murderer from Dunkirk
If a Waterhouse man, you know that cyan work
Seaview man hand, you know dem nah nurse
If a Junglist, it's just dem a shoot first
Nah take no chat like your gyal, we nuh curse
If we make a move and then make a splurt
Take off we pants and take off we shirt
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Writer(s): Ian Smith, Rodney Price, Lloyd James, Noel Davey
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