Him sang dem soff-soff, that's a trace and a talk-talk
Dem ketch him pon beach with a man in a shirt-shirt
Do what I can call him
Dem go dig up all wid dem
Dem dig up dem grave, rifle, lift up and vape
Label Xectone dem inna sex-slave
Dem sell out like clothes a hawkeye
The fans dem know, say you afraid
You wave the white flag, but they still a get grains
A cross-flag a car you reviews, nah rave
Load up the rental, mark 90 up till
Say dem empty the clip, but the shot dem miss
Go pon live when dem lips surface
While me a murder him with verses
Tombstone, Miggie, Heathcliff
Igna-no-no-no