Me now me gun down, gun magazine in cantine
Seal and preserve ready for your boss boy bride
You know me no escape because the time is due
Boy when you come to this, kindly pick out two and do
Never miss and this a man from down Cisla too
Me no slaughter single only two boy
Me hear your blood till you spoil
But that no matter me
Only time me bro file out pon me journey
Mind you have a self exile
Take it easy, I will smile
And murder you without a remedy