Death To Microwave Alkaline

[Intro]
(Popcaan's mother crying)

Yow, anything reach dem know seh it fall pan you
All a di pain and then blame she a put it pan you
Warn Dem Evil Man!

[Chorus]
Him mother hol' her breast and guh dung pan her knee
Bawl to di sky seh "Lord tek Him Please!"
Find Microwave dead inna cane piece
Diss di wrong man and pick up couple brain piece

[Verse 1]
Mi nah send nobody fi lie dung a admission
Kill everybody bumbo rassclaat opposition
Glock 34, 50 Round ammunition
A di first it a squeeze, a body gone mortician
Bwoy freeze like seh him get a vision
Same so him dead, eye open, fly a pitch on
Gun man a buss a nuh fi normal civilian
Weh dem a medz wrong if dem think a competition!

[Bridge]
Yow Frass!
All wah gwan, just a likkle girl deh mi sorry fah
She alone di pain!
Pussyhole run all yuh want
But yuh cyah hide from yuh dutty ways!
People a St. Thomas to this day still a talk bout yuh likkle case
Nah talk bout murda case