Burnsyboy - reggae gangster

Oh...ima'...smokin'...the....weed....all of the...time...cause baby....it takes away....all of the...pain....that's inside...of...me...Blazing the Mariguana...like a...mother ducking rasta....driving down the free...way...is just asking....for to happene...disaster..But I have...no worries...no...no...no...no worries about a...thing....cause everything is gon' be...ok....Blasting them hoes...pimping out....with our stylish dreadlocks....all...the...bitches....want our cocks...

Spliff in...my...mouth...glock in ma...hand...I don't want to...hurt you...I just...want all y'all to just...simply...understand...That is me...just a regular....reggae G...rollin' wid me homies...on a drive by...getting...high...spitting a rhyme..The sun is scorching...just look...at...this...beau...ti...full...scene...are...ree...as we run...Jamaica....every town...every city....We basically...took over the...place...because....no...one...wan' fuck with....us...were buffalo soldiers....we worry about nothin'...

Touching all...the jamm...meer...KAN...titty 'n' rough....housing every wet clitty...c'mon you can't leave now baby....that's just...crazy...Our bed will be...you're coffin...just nipping...out for...a...blunt....and another....cunt...as we really...go to kill an enemy...We don't...fuck around...we'll just...turn up and mofo' shoot you...there's nothing...that a blood clot....like you can do...Tie you up....torture you...blowing weed fumes in you're....deranged....ugly face...cause this is...our terrortory now..."we...here-to...kill-you...!"...

If...you beg...then maybe we...go...easy...on...you're punk ass...you fucking bitch...shoot you up...shag you're misses...leave..you...crying about...(will I live or die?)...dying slowly...and...painfully...broken bones...empty...bags...of...cannabis for our mark...leave you...dead in...a ditch...