Lyrics Jahmiel – Burial

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Skin man a bun them a try bun locs
Tattoo ‘pon your skin cyaan stop gunshot
Time fi your burial

Dawg
A no one nor two a dem pussy you waan see man dead
Bwoy skull a crack, the Glock me use open your bloodclaat head
Man a bury him 6 foot 6 no shallow grave instead
Leroy a battle fi life, but see it deh now, him dead

Tommy dem a tek crack, man a crack skull
3 star weh you have inna your hand dull
Me use the pump action, shot it off
You disappoint your fans, dawg me haffi laugh
Old bwoy stop blame Vevo
Not even seven days don’t weak so
Bullet inna face, me no see weh bwoy teeth go
A weh him a bring RPG go
Double mouth shotty me a use ‘pon your twin manager
Your fans bawl out, wha’ me kill Tommy fah?
Pussy, you fi know Patriots a killer
Tell Sparta hold da rass coffin yah
Him try holding out the pressure
But tranny lee couldn’t survive
Tommy Lee a go get a coffin when me fire me .45
Me just cut off him head look yah
Bury that right beside him dead puppa
Circle your mumma Janet, she bawl out wha’ mek
Head top fly off when the 12 gauge connect
Kill the pickney that a gerber badness

A no one nor two a dem pussy you waan see man dead
Bwoy skull a crack, the Glock me use open your bloodclaat head
Man a bury him 6 foot 6 no shallow grave instead
Leroy a battle fi life, but see it deh now, him dead

From you say, «Tommy fi the kids», we no trust you
Tell your parents if Leroy touch you
Cyaan explore Dora and it go so
That only show say the priest did fuck you
You nah talk no facts, a different animal that
‘Bout «pussy mechanic» a pussy cannibal that
Full him up a lead, me no shot him and stop
From pussy fi dead, man a go body bag that
Badness a no no game, me no play
Brawling gun dung inna middle day
Your girl weh me a fuck, a still your bae
‘Bout jacket, you waan see the DNA
Your limb say «bududup» a the sound a the drum
Bam, bam, bam a the sound a me gun
Your fans dem bawl out run Tommy run
But that too late cah me gun Tommy dung
Tranny lee a go dead a the door
Me kill everything me no lef’ your bredda fi snore
So the lamp shade fuck up and the bed haffi bore
Then me lef’ the island, me and ‘detta fi tour
Gully, a great man response fi the killing
Tun the demon inna likkle white pigeon
That a bad song, bad picture, bad riddim
Me shouldn’t go so hard cah me last song kill him

A no one nor two a dem pussy you waan see man dead
Bwoy skull a crack the Glock me use open your bloodclaat head
Man a bury him 6 foot 6 no a shallow grave instead
Leroy a battle fi life, but see it deh now him dead