Earth a Hell

Yow (Grimey)
Bad (Anyway)
Wah dem a do? Wah dem a try? (Hahaha)
From Piece to Spanish Town
You know how the sittin' go
Darkness over the earth again, man
Send bwoy under dirt again

Badman fling bottle bomb inna bwoy house
Infront of your mumma, nozzle inna bwoy mouth
Chop out head side, shot eye out
Rifle pon seat when the tida drive out
Own gun, own Don, catch him pon a program
Make the 44 slam
Shipment boatload (Anyway)
15 scope pon missing inna town
And dem find you down a Portland
Fire shot, throw bomb, plant head where dem grow yam
Brooklyn, Fordham dem pussy yah nuh know man
Pull up a your door jamb dressed up like Mormon
If a four 15 dem carry four Pan
Grains we nuh low pon
Blood bwoy choke pon (Haha)
All we need a location and motion
Chop out intestines and fling dem inna ocean
Sea top dem can't loot pon
Badmind, we deal with crime

Grimey (Yeah)
Murder a bwoy and zozo popo can't find me
(Can't find me)
Coppa a flow from the 100 Pan
Easy, me press pon the parabellum (parabellum)
Lord God, is a duppy that a follow me now?
Me haffi spin, me roll and fire mi gun
Earth a hell with a system a swallow we down

Riffle a wave so (Yeah)
15 DRACO (yeah)
Goons dem NATO (Woah)
Dollar coins save up (Yeah)
16 wake up (Yeah)
Building shake up
AR18 two clip tape up
Killer dem a Towerhill, Samacon
Weymouth bury bwoy bay dirt
Rev it till the K bark (Yeah)
Have killer weh have shiny head
Killer weh a beard up (yeah)
Bullet inna face a so the killer dem a Spain work
Brawling front page (Boom)
'Matic a mi son age (Boom)
.40 a burst face
Bust head, burst case (Yeah)
Bad from broke days
But we never broke place
Beretta broke bone inna bwoy "tough" face (Boom)
Nuff shoes, nuff lace
Sick inna we upstairs
Badman pump up the shorty like truck brake
Box-a-shot, dubplate
Bwoy get it and a hug gate
Gully Gad done tell you seh the killer deal with crime

Grimey (Yeah)
Murder a bwoy and zozo popo can't find me
(Can't find me)
Coppa a flow from the 100 Pan
Easy, me press pon the parabellum (parabellum)
Lord God, is a duppy that a follow me now?
Me haffi spin, me roll and fire mi gun
Earth a hell with a system a swallow we down

Me done richer than all who a stream
Mi duppy gun fly past 15
Me turn mi enemies inna mi victims
So, no pussy can style man
Oh God, a you know
From dem diss a dead, a so we grow
A gunshot inna dem face make dem head grow
The KelTec left dem look like a scarecrow

Grimey
Grimey



Credits
Writer(s): David Brooks, Romeo Nelson, Mario Hemmings, Atto Wallace
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