Masicka – The Truth (Aidonia & J.O.P Diss) Lyrics

Chigger press face dink in
Brain jumping
Grands Pen fire 16 and pumpy
Diss who me? Pu–y hole yuh a drunky
Crime place duppy man meck in a the country
One Tom ready fi bleach like Kartel
Rass hell from mi get cross like Bounty
Which lord evil the pu–y dem a monkey
Shot a buss, body just a jump like bunchy
Mi nah look no hype mi no bloodclaat hungry
Mi friend dem wild like crocodile dunde
Mi badder, vagger, warn some umbra
Gun a buss any man try confront mi
Bomb a clap, man a drop like umpty dumpty
Pon yo black hammer knock cyaa sleep comfy
Dem dan a cat, dem a talk bout gyal crunchy
Wi no s–k pu–y wi no tan so umbra
None a dem cyaa bad mi up round yah
Juse Land, a wa do batty bwoy Donia
When yo si da chrome yah, clown mi a the owner
Mi colder, none a dem cyaa run up town yah
The sound a the rifle put dem in a coma
Masti wild like crocodile cobra
Mi a the rassclaat young general soldier
Jamie step wid the k pon yo shoulder
The pu–y hole tell producer don’t voice mi
Boost up yo batty man friend dem fi fight mi
Circle yo yard like yo woman invite mi
Mack 90 mi point hi buss dem head nicely
Pu–y hole glad Kartel get lifey
Yuh a big game edge yuh no mighty
Because yo cyaa run the place bay foot
And mi wi shot dem out a the nikey

Yuh never grow in a the ghetto
Bwoy friend yuh a follow
Yuh and yo batty man brother name Lallo
The pit dem a hallow, from yo diss mi a sorrow
Shot a flick in a marrow, gyal pss dem a swallow
Dray hand straight like a bloodclaat arrow
Black burn pen none a mi gun dem no borrowed
Shane, any bwoy diss subconscious
Man just fling dem in a grave weh shallow
Mi sick in a mi rassclaat head dawg mi parrow
Eagle a sqieeze brain fly like sparrow
Run out a clip mi no run out a ammo
Who yuh a trick bout yuh have gun pon yo
Yo coward like gyal Donia man wi hang yo
A gun in a mi hand, mi no bad in a no song
Yo diss mi a church, and drum, and piano
Mi a go show yuh seh yuh a bad man shadow

Rifle a rise and people a dead
Fly teeth in a head mama weak and a beg
Man in the street and a roll wid the steel
Man a fled, a dog dem a f and a sleep in a bed
Yo cyaa tun no rass yuh a freak, yuh a dred
Yo cyaa step to me shot a squeeze yuh a dead
Yo shirt man leave in a red
Then mi f yo gyal meck shi feel up mi peg
Hear him no bout, dan deh yah, dan deh yah
Pu–y, yo no si real bad man deh yah
Bout dan deh yah, dan deh yah
Pu–y yuh no si real bad man deh yah