Everybody Dead

[Intro: Giggs]

Gunshots 'bout punches and fly kicks

Big boss get murdered with sidekicks

These riders ride against cyclists

This spicy food with the spices

[Verse 1: Demarco]

Fuck dem gyal, ah bare fly shit

This da link and inna neck we shoot ice pick

No informa boy we nah have ties with

None of dem bwoy dem nah wan' no smoke like ah light spliff

[Verse 2: Giggs]

Bagga hype

Had to buss his head like a grab a pipe

Everybody ate, mad appetites

Yeah, everybody fed, man's trap or die

Smash bokkle pon him head, mad bokkle fly

Everybody dead buck bucka byе

Everybody bled when coppеr fly

And anybody test? Man's stopping by

Jealous yutes, pricks spike jealousy

Chicks like Hollowman, big bad remedy

Chicken and chips and wings like Tennessee

Bitches just tryna get looks like lemme see

January, March chicks sticks like February

Niggas love bitches and this that chemistry

If a man flip up, man lifts that cemetery

Hollow might run up and kick that penalty

Sabotage

Yeah, everybody flip, camouflage

Yeah, anybody

Badman at large

Yeah, Maggie pon him head, we're the kamikaze

[Verse 3: Demarco]

Hombre, di mandem from London will dim yuh light

Wid the rifle dem we acquire from di Israelites

Know yuhself before mi mek yuh madda miss yuh life

Nuh ramp wid Giggs, pussy, dis ah nah no gigabytes

Put yuh pon a fridge of ice

Canon tek yuh picture right

We nuh toy fi dem play wid, dis ah nuh Fisher Price

When dem feel seh life sacred dem get da bitta vibes

Yeah mi see it as wi state it den mek di trigger rise

Mi gun dem mek ah bigger noise, a weh some bwoy a visualise

Gwaan gamble wid dem existence, nigga pick a dice

Watch dem ah run, pussy ah scatter when di clip ah strike

24K deh 'round mi neck, oh yeah, mi drip alive

Splash like ah flipper dive

Yuh nah see dem ah waste and sprat

Mi nuh waan fi waste nuh shot, so mi fling ah knife

Informa tell the po-lice mi nah guh be polite

Dem seh dem married to di gun, mi never see no rights

Yo Giggs, yeah, circle weh di pussy dem live

Dawg, it ah guh hurt fi weh mi do to dem crib

Dem ah baby dem fi search and run go look fi dem bib

Di 'mount ah fucking grave weh man dig

When we shoot da shot and dem nuh miss, we splendid

Bag of strap deh pon wi block, yuh know wi well defended

Dem ah baby, tell 'em search around, go look fi dem bib

Come mek wi tell dem, yo, Giggs