Mr. Death Paco General (Ft. Masicka)

Grung dem! Hah!
Bomboclaat, Genahsyde
You hear me a say now man
Country I
You know Masicka how the thing go
Grung dem
Yo, Paco General
Bomboclaat, no bad like we

Dem no know 'bout badness yet, dem just don't know
Only bad behind the mic inna the studio (grung)
Me pull up a heckle and kotch
And tell him fit it up back
And him a ask me weh this fi go
Gun 'pon me belly everyweh a so me go
From you diss, you're dead, yo man and everybody know
Real life murder, me thing a never show
Real life murder, me thing a never show

Me see man a talk tough, but me hold me calm (boom)
From the hammer lick the pin bredda, you know weh gwaan
We fire corn and man a fold up the amount a soul weh gone
Wet dem up, dem know the storm
The boy fi kill we dawg, that nuh sure fi born
Bag a man a dead, we full a corn like we own the farm
Slam it inna head, boy turn off cah the chrome is on
Squeeze the trigger so till all me index finger bone deformed
Paco General go kill dem off and that's the only plan