Jahmiel - Burial lyrics

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Skin man a bun them a try bun locs
Tattoo 'pon your skin cyaan stop gunshot
Time fi your burial
Bullet inna your famous mouth weh
Known fi nyam every gyal

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
69 him and girl a practice
Circle him block and murder that quick
Shoot up the funeral the hearse a back flick
A bagga word a fling
Tell the pussy my beef a no burger king
Which drive through? Drive-by murder him
Left them ends red like a berger tin
Tell the bombohole a me a
The real soul reaper
Rifle me have whole heap a
Everything me lef' hole inna
Save who? Me no bomboclaat goalkeeper

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