Everybody Dead

Lyrics

[Intro: Giggs] Gunshots 'bout punches and fly kicks Big boss get murdered with sidekicks These riders ride against cyclists This spicy food with the spices [Verse 1: Demarco] Fuck dem gyal, ah bare fly shit This da link and inna neck we shoot ice pick No informa boy we nah have ties with None of dem bwoy dem nah wan' no smoke like ah light spliff [Verse 2: Giggs] Bagga hype Had to buss his head like a grab a pipe Everybody ate, mad appetites Yeah, everybody fed, man's trap or die Smash bokkle pon him head, mad bokkle fly Everybody dead buck bucka byе Everybody bled when coppеr fly And anybody test? Man's stopping by Jealous yutes, pricks spike jealousy Chicks like Hollowman, big bad remedy Chicken and chips and wings like Tennessee Bitches just tryna get looks like lemme see January, March chicks sticks like February Niggas love bitches and this that chemistry If a man flip up, man lifts that cemetery Hollow might run up and kick that penalty Sabotage Yeah, everybody flip, camouflage Yeah, anybody Badman at large Yeah, Maggie pon him head, we're the kamikaze [Verse 3: Demarco] Hombre, di mandem from London will dim yuh light Wid the rifle dem we acquire from di Israelites Know yuhself before mi mek yuh madda miss yuh life Nuh ramp wid Giggs, pussy, dis ah nah no gigabytes Put yuh pon a fridge of ice Canon tek yuh picture right We nuh toy fi dem play wid, dis ah nuh Fisher Price When dem feel seh life sacred dem get da bitta vibes Yeah mi see it as wi state it den mek di trigger rise Mi gun dem mek ah bigger noise, a weh some bwoy a visualise Gwaan gamble wid dem existence, nigga pick a dice Watch dem ah run, pussy ah scatter when di clip ah strike 24K deh 'round mi neck, oh yeah, mi drip alive Splash like ah flipper dive Yuh nah see dem ah waste and sprat Mi nuh waan fi waste nuh shot, so mi fling ah knife Informa tell the po-lice mi nah guh be polite Dem seh dem married to di gun, mi never see no rights Yo Giggs, yeah, circle weh di pussy dem live Dawg, it ah guh hurt fi weh mi do to dem crib Dem ah baby dem fi search and run go look fi dem bib Di 'mount ah fucking grave weh man dig When we shoot da shot and dem nuh miss, we splendid Bag of strap deh pon wi block, yuh know wi well defended Dem ah baby, tell 'em search around, go look fi dem bib Come mek wi tell dem, yo, Giggs