is merciless, you a go get kill. When we a draw blood, no think a big chill. All a million quart, we make that pill. You no have nothing fi dead left for will. A gullet shall fill your funeral bill. Shut up your head over spur tree hill. When we a kill boy, a lock stack and barrel. This me gun, no think me a go quarrel. I need a man to smother them still.
Bad man gun a law, bad man gun a thaw. Bad man gun a no sit, no way a take photograph. Bad man gun a skin, bad man gun a skin.