Hotter Than Bread

I must be killing them
Woah
I must be killing them
Gully

A mussi true
Me hotter than bread in the oven
And me pop off the tag pon me clothes dem
Fuck the enemies and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now and before dem

Right now, me still a live, me still a live
Dem nuh want me wake up, but me still a live
Dem want me dead, but me still a live
Who vex you can't see me, lie inna fridge
If a AIDS test, me negative
If a success, me positive
And me born pon the Gully, tell you as it is
With a lot a con man, sell you as it is
Me and my brother Steve use to sleep pon the floor
(Nuff ghetto youth still a sleep pon floor)
Long, long, before me even come tour
(Long, long, before me even come tour)
Me grand mommy use to take me to church and
And a tell me, fi God me fi search and
Me enemies nuff, but me friends dem more
Say fuck dem

Me hotter than bread in the oven
(Me hotter than bread in the oven)
And me pop off the tag pon me clothes dem (mhm)
Fuck the enemies and the foes dem (foes dem)
Fuck the ones dem now and before dem
(Every ghetto youth)
We hotter than bread in the oven (mhm)
And we pop off the tag pon me clothes dem (lately)
Fuck the enemies and the foes dem (Jah know)
Fuck the ones dem now and before dem

And me say, fuck who a hate me nuh lose a pound
And if you try fi violate, you will lose your crown
When the pitbulls out and the dogs dem hound
Lord, mama son gone down
Man will hunt dem anywhere dem found
A mad rass, me a king fi the town
When the bomb dem drop dem think a the drum
(Dem know me)
Real boss pon the track don't think a the clown
(It could a never be, dem know)
From me rise pon the top dem gone pon the ground
(True words, Amen)
Every song shot so, me leave dem wound (see it deh)
Man a left the place dutty
So, me left dem broom (left dem broom)
Broom, broom (Gully)
TJ, if I'm not the greatest then I'm born to be
Check me lyrical currency
Dem bwoy deh a counterfeit
But me (weh you do?)

Me hotter than bread in the oven (weh you do?)
And me pop off the tag pon me clothes dem
Fuck the enemies and the foes dem (foes dem)
Fuck the ones dem now and before dem
A mussi true
Me hotter than bread in the oven (mhm)
And me pop off the tag pon me clothes dem
Fuck the enemies and the foes dem (foes dem)
Me nuh trust the ones dem now and before dem

Me never did
If I did fi dem me wouldn't live
I could never big
Me could never been
See me
Me never fear dem
See me
Big up my fans dem
Gully, straight