I'd rather send a friend dem fi guard mi pussy whole
Me and my boys here say a chat this
Don't see wah go on, war fi your friend boys
You never chop a man inna him face and never left a telephone scare
You never tuck a matic pon your belly yet a tell yourself you a go war a road
But you quick fi di see people dem a live inna your place unno born and grown
A load together when storm a blow
Like some fi get the mackerel and the rice
And when ball a roll it hurt me hard
If you fi drop a chop inna your hand say go kill a man
You quick fi ball so far
And if dem drop a chop inna your