(Chorus)
Anything dead, dead already
Haunted fool him must get buried
Anything try dis the walking gun
Tell dem body a go full cemetery
Anything dead, dead already
Haunted fool him must get buried
Anything try dis the walking gun
Tell dem body a go full cemetery
(Verse 1)
Mi miss hi hozika
Fue neck a get bruk like da que tick yah
Who sell dem soul to the devil
And turn round waan fi war wid lucifer
Pu–y, yo could a live a Africa
Yo better shrub out rather the devil ask yo fah
For the world haffi know man a murderer
Mi neven a go seh another word higher
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
The world know how mi tan
Pokey ball deh yah so fi the pokey mon
Picachu cyaa shock up mi bloodclaat
Cause the whole a gun man gun govern
A could a wrath a the titans
Cannon one hand shake the whole island
The whole a my gun dem balance
Gunshot pop bwoy neck like niland
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Verse 1)
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
