Fuck up, don't take up a mess of any punk or disrespect
They're gonna feel them head buzz up and cut up, cut up down the field
Some shot thrust up on them, no session, the power get the whole place messed up
It's them, them a drive, but them can't diss it, aye
So them a bad man and the whole of them red-eyed
Some punk wind-eye, finna knock them off, it's our greatest joy
So no bother ask bad man why, when me say me take it, they play
One man a fuck up on them, not for them a look on them
Not see the tragedy, a come a diss the family
Don't man a fuck up on them, till them send them word
Just a duck till I diss it, it go in me