Down the 45, and the seat for the rat, and the rat in quit, all dirty words
Gila, yes, Ila, see I'm cancer
Me sing, it's war you watch, and the police a get it
And up at the barn, say you can't defend it
Swat up a cat, and dem ready to say it
Hustle police if a war, dem a beg it
You war, war, war, then who it benefit?
The douse the principal, and she lost the profit
Medivacs, what if it's not Medivacs?