Tommy Lee Sparta Dirth Day Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmmm, fix him business fi him
Hmmm, yah nuh kill, yah coward
Fix him business fi him
And all who a keep secret fi him
Come look how di M16 do him

[Verse 1]
From Demarco bax you, yuh tun eediat
From dat mi nuh see him back, tap eh noise, gun eediat
Mi know a your style fi run out and run in back
Plug out and plug in back, no GOAT, is a sheep dat
Come a talk bout feature, mi nuh need dat
How di demon fi fear yuh? Yuh nuh Jesus
Backstage when dem beat yuh, mi seh “Nuh do him dat”
Di badness weh you speak off you nuh mean dat (Hmm)
Look inna di Glock and you wi find hope (Hope)
Ketch you round di table wid a suicide note
Have a matic fulla hollow, p*ssy, you nuh try bolt (Boom)
Guh chuck up inna yuh mumma like toad
From mi look inna eh scope, shot a pitch inna him dome
Hunt fi yuh duppy, mi mek you nuh like road
You a crocs or you a goat? Kill eh mosquito, pyro
Mek mi tell yuh weh mi find out

[Chorus]
Yah nuh killa, yah coward (Coward)
Fix him business fi him
Go look how M16 do him
A three killa wid three 16
Hmm, yah no killa, yah no killa
Fix him businеss fi him
So all who a keep secret fi him
Seh dеm bad, a mussi dream him dream

[Verse 2]
If you a di Billy goat, a mi ago kill it
My murda a nuh kiddie sport, artist? Ah mi kill eh most
Any badness weh deh pon yuh brain bullet a pick it out
A nothing but a mosquito weh frighten when him see di smoke
Listen, mi nuh silly Billy, copper, a nuh silicone
Rifle wid eh beam a tear marina, guh damage yuh bone
Talk bout yuh rich but you nuh have a ting weh mi no own
Madden's ago bring yuh home, deadly like a kidney stone
Masicka, yuh not a killa, clap da zig yah
Leff yuh pon eh grung a cry like caterpillar
From yuh diss di teacha, man will full you up a copper fi dat (Copper fi dat)
Shot a snap yuh neck like mi a snap a picture (Snap ah picture)
A one flow you live inna, you fraid a property tax
Di world know seh you nuh bad enough fi shot a nigga
Sen' a likkle killa fi guh kill yuh inna yuh habitat
A coulda cabana, mi automatic Kalashnikov, no care wah caliber
Yuh seh yuh want a war, mi send a gyal go set dem up and wet dem up like wata war
Cannot be di king, cause you no no weh close to Gaza boss
Look how dis a nerd yah a get murder by the Sparta boss
You a coward cah you fraid fi war di brawta boss Man eva grimey and yuh badness eva on and off
Him seh him son rich, him ago turn fish a him father fault
Memba yuh new to this yuh deven know the art a war
(You ago die)

[Bridge]
Yo, Masicka, it's ya birthday
Mi ago murda you pon yuh birthday
Mi ago slaughter you pon yuh birthday
An' mi nuh give a f*ck if it's yuh birthday
(reficuL, sanataS, suedomsA)
Yuh dead yah now, p*ssy
(bubezleeB, htomeheB, laileB)

[Verse 3]
Evilness increase, bwoy dem go wake up di beast
f*ck mi a f*ck up di streets, f*ck di police
Every demon mi unleash, high power gun pon repeat
An' any bwoy feel like dem bad and dem strong
I am an atomic ticking time bomb
And yuh doh haffi suck no p*ssy fi guh dung (Suck no p*ssy fi guh dung)
Like di Amazon river, yuh blood ago run
You need military fi do my kind ah' fight
When eh Dust Devil lick, mi seh eh lock off eh light
Anyway wi genocide, coulda deh church a preach pon pope
A lease mi deh pon all type ah points
Yuh fear mi and yuh friend dem still a look taxi ride
Weh yuh know 'bout bomboclaat this type ah' life?
A bare gun a lick shot, nuff like a rice
Ball splash out ah' eye, brain splash out ah' mind

[Bridge]
Family stand up over him grave, everybody in tears, sing Amazing Grace
Hear funeral bell ring, yuh mama hold har belly and ah shout in pain
"Jesus", she seh "Bombaat"
Nuh see a six minute worth a coke song dem sing
Come on bro, stop playing bro
D-di dead yah now

[Verse 4]
Di bamma clap di building a collapse, mi come back
Mi rifle beam up, a yuh life mi come fah'
Mi sniper team up, camouflage fi combat
Mi dark, mi evil and mi kill fi comfort
Me nuh really see eh price, cause a fi mi duppy dat
Wull a dem a copy cat, bullet a gi' yuh body fat
Woi, everyday you madda wish you come back
Cah yuh evidence deh inna eh crocodile gut

[Outro]
Inna har crocodile gut
All yuh p*ssy
Inna di crocodile gut
'Bout yuh sidung a chat wid gyal, 'bout man back
Bun out
p*ssy yuh call mi son name, hope yuh dead bad
Yuh kids dem ketch AIDS, yuh die from cancer
Dem know seh man evil like a Flanka
Di rifle dem breeze, mi nah talk bout fab
Anyweh dem squeeze, yuh cyaan recover
Eh title send three, dem can't take over
Di rifles end dream
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