I play you, and the gallery has three of you
So cut the chit chat, ooh
Them dirty ways come in a gift wrap
Friend in me haffi go look up inna ma cheap clock
Bop, bop
Ma buy a rifle with a scope
So your big bum buck like Ted Naughton
Me stand, boop, boop
And any problem me fix, that's pain
Don't man a run joke like no Chris
Your rifle binds, bust a shit
No time your six pack
Me see the real and the fake
And the wolf and the snake
Now wait pon calm and me shoot off a straight
Be a foot pon the target