You see the general, you come fi talk to me proper
For any time me come, me come fi deal with the matter
Hear me now, don't me say dog, eat your supper
Come listen, me suck your pan, the rhythm me satire
Me lay down for the rhythm like a chop and tire
And circle inna the rhythm like a pot pan fire
You sleep on wire, me we sleep in fire
And any time me come, me say the place catch a fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
But away, dem want fi ram it up
Jam on the general, dem want fi go ram it up
And now the dog got style and dem a talk