文本歌词

Psycho - Tommy Lee
Dem nuh bad, act dem a act,
Talk dem a talk, dem a chat.
A Tommy Lee me a talk from me heart with bare badness back a that.
Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
Man Psycho
Gaza run 'bout you
Fool
Me no knew about dem but me knew about me.
A Gaza we run 'bout you
Boy dem a flip, me ratchet, me will push to your chest, me will shoot one a dem 'bout you.
Sparta, send some cyanide, and bout 2 drum a gunpowder.
Enough boy just a lip dem suck ***** mouth,
We no born with no fear around here,
We no born with no fear around here.
Say dem a killer and nobody nuh heard a dem,
Tough chat, like you want man afraid a you,
Man will send one of me demon gyal from Sparta, come suck off your ***** and murder you.
Diss me now and if nor supposed,
Send me dead friend dem come shoot you in a crowd,
And don't try run in case you will get ghost.
Buss boy head a dem gate daily, in front pastor, school pickney,
Try don't let your luck get run out, when the demons come for your soul when the devil send me.
Rage a the worse thing you will see,
Oh, dem set duppy 'pon me.
Buss, shot in the head arrogantly.
Fool.