Real Killer [No Chorus]

Lyrics

[Intro] Fool again (Genius) Stephen Yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it Now kill 'em without even ah chorus Niggas be killin' (Yo) Hahaha Aye, ah wah'm to dem? Warn dem innu Stephen Becah mi evil Dead dem dead (Darkest night, hahahaha) Wah happen to dem? [Bridge] Dem tracing like Denise But when mi rifle squeeze Bwoy deh pon di freezer a freeze Buss di Special till it breeze Gangsta nuh tek nuh leave Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees (Ah wah'm to dem?) [Verse 1] Wid dem one bag ah lippin, like ah lipstick war Bite pon mi name, like ah biscuit war Aye fag, tell the frog this is not kids war Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar (See it) Now di bwoy dem panicking 'Cah dem nah shot a soul, dem only kill mannequin Di fuss head buss, him vomiting Unknown rifle clap had him vanishing [Bridge] If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa Mek mi tell yuh somethin bout real killa Real killa, bagga chattin mi nuh read inna Mi dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa Mek mi tell yuh something bout real killa Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna Rifle buss thru yuh shield inna [Verse 2] Yuh friend dem ah yuh pallbearer, so dem ah go bring yuh casket Put di body ah di spot right where di box keep Park di Chiney K, di Russian chopstick Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick (No chorus) Ah bare sittin', ah bare sittin' Aye, ah bare sittin', ah nuh play sittin' Stephen, play di riddim nuh delay sittin' (Hahahaha, ah) Long time Jamaica know, yuh mi slay sittin' Run up inna mi gun, wid di duppy bat backa yuh Stuck inna copper and him stuck inna copper too Black blunt rise and bleach out, get blacker too Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer too Di Gully God, there ain't no damn other too And motherfucker don't tell weh boy ah badder too I'm so mad I'll murder your bredda 'Cah yuh tracin' like Dawn and Ava too [Bridge] If yuh don't know nuttin bout real Real, real blue steel Mi nuh talk, nuh cart wheel Bumbohole, head spin like mi van wheel If yuh don't know real killa Mek mi tell yuh bout real killa Real killa, bagga tag in when the real inner- Stephen Haha [Outro] Stephen ah mi yuh send for Ah dat di bumbohole dem life just end for Inna war, 'cah it mi get ten outta ten for I'm mentally crazy, remind fag Mad (Bumboclaat to dem?) Dem sick like mi? (Dem mad like mi?) Dem mad like mi? Wen mi seh sick, mi naa talk sick fi public (Fucking crazy) Mi ah talk, mi d'even nah talk mentally sick (Stephen) Mi born sick (Yuh know dis a new one to even...) Bwoys die, mi gun neva stick (...use my chorus, or any chorus, or any...) Dem bwoy jus ah lip (...chorus of choruses) Mi naa haffi use mi gun, mi wi use ice pick (As is with my gun ain't got no rust sizzling after sending niggas...) Hahaha So if yuh don't kno nuttin bout real killa (...to all the fucking dusters, hahaha) Don't (Mad) Some fool dem