Burial Lyrics

Burial - Jahmiel

...

Tru Ambassador Music

Skin man a bun them a try bun locs

Tattoo 'pon your skin cyaan stop gunshot

Time fi your burial

Bullet inna your famous mouth weh known fi nyam every gyal

Dawg

A no one nor two a dem pussy you waan see man dead

Bwoy skull a crack, the Glock me use open your bloodclaat head

Man a bury him 6 foot 6 no shallow grave instead

Leroy a battle fi life, but see it deh now, him dead

Tommy dem a tek crack, man a crack skull

3 star weh you have inna your hand dull

Me use the pump action, shot it off

You disappoint your fans, dawg me haffi laugh

Old bwoy stop blame Vevo

Not even seven days don't weak so

Bullet inna face, me no see weh bwoy teeth go

A weh him a bring RPG go

Double mouth shotty me a use 'pon your twin manager

Your fans bawl out, wha' me kill Tommy fah?

Pussy, you fi know Patriots a killer

Tell Sparta hold da rass coffin yah

Him try holding out the pressure

But tranny lee couldn't survive

Tommy Lee a go get a coffin when me fire me .45

Me just cut off him head look yah

Bury that right beside him dead puppa

Circle your mumma Janet, she bawl out wha' mek

Head top fly off when the 12 gauge connect

Kill the pickney that a gerber badness

69 him and girl a practice

Circle him block and murder that quick

Shoot up the funeral the hearse a back flick

A bagga word a fling

Tell the pussy my beef a no burger king

Which drive through? Drive-by murder him

Left them ends red like a berger tin

Tell the bombohole a me a the real soul reaper

Rifle me have whole heap a

Everything me lef' hole inna

Save who? Me no bomboclaat goalkeeper

A no one nor two a dem pussy you waan see man dead

Bwoy skull a crack, the Glock me use open your bloodclaat head

Man a bury him 6 foot 6 no shallow grave instead

Leroy a battle fi life, but see it deh now, him dead

From you say, "Tommy fi the kids", we no trust you

Tell your parents if Leroy touch you

Cyaan explore Dora and it go so

That only show say the priest did fuck you

You nah talk no facts, a different animal that

'Bout "pussy mechanic" a pussy cannibal that

Full him up a lead, me no shot him and stop

From pussy fi dead, man a go body bag that

Badness a no no game, me no play

Brawling gun dung inna middle day

Your girl weh me a fuck, a still your bae

'Bout jacket, you waan see the DNA

Your limb say "bududup" a the sound a the drum

Bam, bam, bam a the sound a me gun

Your fans dem bawl out run Tommy run

But that too late cah me gun Tommy dung

Tranny lee a go dead a the door

Me kill everything me no lef' your bredda fi snore

So the lamp shade fuck up and the bed haffi bore

Then me lef' the island, me and 'detta fi tour

Gully, a great man response fi the killing

Tun the demon inna likkle white pigeon

That a bad song, bad picture, bad riddim

Me shouldn't go so hard cah me last song kill him

A no one nor two a dem pussy you waan see man dead

Bwoy skull a crack the Glock me use open your bloodclaat head

Man a bury him 6 foot 6 no a shallow grave instead

Leroy a battle fi life, but see it deh now him dead