Real Killer [No Chorus]

[Intro]

Fool again

(Genius) Stephen

Yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it

Now kill 'em without even ah chorus

Niggas be killin' (Yo)

Hahaha

Aye, ah wah'm to dem?

Warn dem innu Stephen

Becah mi evil

Dead dem dead (Darkest night, hahahaha)

Wah happen to dem?

[Bridge]

Dem tracing like Denise

But when mi rifle squeeze

Bwoy deh pon di freezer a freeze

Buss di Special till it breeze

Gangsta nuh tek nuh leave

Rifle shot ah bite dem like bees (Ah wah'm to dem?)

[Verse 1]

Wid dem one bag ah lippin, like ah lipstick war

Bite pon mi name, like ah biscuit war

Aye fag, tell the frog this is not kids war

Run up inna mi gun and bwoy face pon tar (See it)

Now di bwoy dem panicking

'Cah dem nah shot a soul, dem only kill mannequin

Di fuss head buss, him vomiting

Unknown rifle clap had him vanishing

[Bridge]

If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa

Mek mi tell yuh somethin bout real killa

Real killa, bagga chattin mi nuh read inna

Mi dogs hungry and dem waan real dinner

If yuh don't know nuttin bout real killa

Mek mi tell yuh something bout real killa

Head drop off and ah spin like a wheel inna

Rifle buss thru yuh shield inna

[Verse 2]

Yuh friend dem ah yuh pallbearer, so dem ah go bring yuh casket

Put di body ah di spot right where di box keep

Park di Chiney K, di Russian chopstick

Blood run outta bwoy like when dem gyal sick (No chorus)

Ah bare sittin', ah bare sittin'

Aye, ah bare sittin', ah nuh play sittin'

Stephen, play di riddim nuh delay sittin' (Hahahaha, ah)

Long time Jamaica know, yuh mi slay sittin'

Run up inna mi gun, wid di duppy bat backa yuh

Stuck inna copper and him stuck inna copper too

Black blunt rise and bleach out, get blacker too

Rifle rise and kick dem like soccer too

Di Gully God, there ain't no damn other too

And motherfucker don't tell weh boy ah badder too

I'm so mad I'll murder your bredda

'Cah yuh tracin' like Dawn and Ava too

[Bridge]

If yuh don't know nuttin bout real

Real, real blue steel

Mi nuh talk, nuh cart wheel

Bumbohole, head spin like mi van wheel

If yuh don't know real killa

Mek mi tell yuh bout real killa

Real killa, bagga tag in when the real inner-

Stephen

Haha

[Outro]

Stephen ah mi yuh send for

Ah dat di bumbohole dem life just end for

Inna war, 'cah it mi get ten outta ten for

I'm mentally crazy, remind fag

Mad

(Bumboclaat to dem?)

Dem sick like mi? (Dem mad like mi?)

Dem mad like mi?

Wen mi seh sick, mi naa talk sick fi public (Fucking crazy)

Mi ah talk, mi d'even nah talk mentally sick (Stephen)

Mi born sick (Yuh know dis a new one to even...)

Bwoys die, mi gun neva stick (...use my chorus, or any chorus, or any...)

Dem bwoy jus ah lip (...chorus of choruses)

Mi naa haffi use mi gun, mi wi use ice pick (As is with my gun ain't got no rust sizzling after sending niggas...)

Hahaha

So if yuh don't kno nuttin bout real killa (...to all the fucking dusters, hahaha)

Don't

(Mad)

Some fool dem