Buss Head - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yo Ravers...

How me see dem bwoy deh a gwan like dem a bad people so?

Yo, Middle East...

*kisses teeth*

Yo, Rose Heights

Yo, big up the whole 14

Salem

'Cause bwoy will get the whole 14!

And when gunshot so wassy...

(Zig Zag)

From the bloodclaat Milly 14!

[Verse 1]

We buss head hard

Somebody haffi gone to the morgue

Burn like ash and gone

Dead like dog

You know say you anuh badman, you come a road with gun inna your hand

Dem miss you, bumbaat!

When the .45 clap inna your face, closed casket, a your funeral

Head buss like ball

Then me go murder your gyal

Blood run like mineral

Huh!

Life of a killer, me go link Sicka Sicka

Make a step with the rasclaat spinner

Somebody haffi dead!

Anybody me buck up inna...dead!...blood splash pon bed and pillow

Yeah! Yeah!

Clap the bloodclaat Zig-a

Roll through endz and burn down villa

Ravers, killers

We a killer

Bad, mad, sick, skill-a

Buss the Beretta, shot tear up sweater, make gunshot stamp you like letter

Yeah!

Quefa, man a stepper, man a real duppy maker, make gunshot burn dem like pepper

Somebody lay down when me rise my gun

9 binds, in a 38 it slide down

When it file down, bwoy, try run, lay down!

Die young, then me go a bar go buy rum

[Chorus]

Yeah...

Anuh just now man a buss gun

Some bwoy, dem a just come

Send dem a Hell, me no must come

Tell the whole of dem, try build, else the .45 flash like lightning

All when you high, man a take your life still

And anyweh you go, Killy sniper find him

[Verse 2]

Desert with the nozzle, a triangle inna my hand

Press it 'til it zero, 'til inna mi finger dem tired when it clap

Roar like lion inna Zion, man a drop

So me empty the Kel-Tec with a pan of shots

Bomb down your house with bottle bomb

MAK90, man dem clap it pon the ratty van

Bwoy coulda full of power like magician

50 cal yah kick you down like Jackie Chan

So me, so me make sure say me got a lot of gun

Bwoy come a war, come yah with a lot of tongue

Me nah make dem escape, buss it inna chest plate

Me see bwoy drop a ground

Shell down dem endz, Killy, bring the chopper come

When you see we face, bwoy, do no bother run

Pussy dem a hype up true dem borrow gun...

And dem nah kill nobody or make no blood a run