I grind metal in like a leather, mash off them heads, that fire red, that fire red, that fire dread
I'm fire Cecilia, me burn all pedophilia, me see Russell now, smile with all the eyes, I'm red like a gargoyle
No big man not supposed to be molesting, no little child, me tell him that all the while
All the youths and future, the bugga dem want fi spoil, me dem mind dem get me violent, so pure guile
Boy I'm old from around here with your gal, we know your style, we read your file from a mile
And we know how your profile, a little dirt to beat