Buss Head lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Ravers...
How me see dem bwoy deh a gwan like dem a bad people so?
Yo, Middle East...
*kisses teeth*
Yo, Rose Heights
Yo, big up the whole 14
Salem
'Cause bwoy will get the whole 14!
And when gunshot so wassy...
(Zig Zag)
From the bloodclaat Milly 14!

[Verse 1]
We buss head hard
Somebody haffi gone to the morgue
Burn like ash and gone
Dead like dog
You know say you anuh badman, you come a road with gun inna your hand
Dem miss you, bumbaat!
When the .45 clap inna your face, closed casket, a your funeral
Head buss like ball
Then me go murder your gyal
Blood run like mineral
Huh!
Life of a killer, me go link Sicka Sicka
Make a step with the rasclaat spinner
Somebody haffi dead!
Anybody me buck up inna...dead!...blood splash pon bed and pillow
Yeah! Yeah!
Clap the bloodclaat Zig-a
Roll through endz and burn down villa
Ravers, killers
We a killer
Bad, mad, sick, skill-a
Buss the Beretta, shot tear up sweater, make gunshot stamp you like letter
Yeah!
Quefa, man a stepper, man a real duppy maker, make gunshot burn dem like pepper
Somebody lay down when me rise my gun
9 binds, in a 38 it slide down
When it file down, bwoy, try run, lay down!
Die young, then me go a bar go buy rum
[Chorus]
Yeah...
Anuh just now man a buss gun
Anuh just now man a buss gun
Some bwoy, dem a just come
Send dem a Hell, me no must come
Tell the whole of dem, try build, else the .45 flash like lightning
All when you high, man a take your life still
And anyweh you go, Killy sniper find him

[Verse 2]
Desert with the nozzle, a triangle inna my hand
Press it 'til it zero, 'til inna mi finger dem tired when it clap
Roar like lion inna Zion, man a drop
So me empty the Kel-Tec with a pan of shots
Bomb down your house with bottle bomb
MAK90, man dem clap it pon the ratty van
Bwoy coulda full of power like magician
50 cal yah kick you down like Jackie Chan
So me, so me make sure say me got a lot of gun
Bwoy come a war, come yah with a lot of tongue
Me nah make dem escape, buss it inna chest plate
Me see bwoy drop a ground
Shell down dem endz, Killy, bring the chopper come
When you see we face, bwoy, do no bother run
pus*y dem a hype up true dem borrow gun...
And dem nah kill nobody or make no blood a run
[Chorus: (2X)]
Yeah...
Anuh just now man a buss gun
Anuh just now man a buss gun
Some bwoy, dem a just come
Send dem a Hell, me no must come
Tell the whole of dem, try build, else the .45 flash like lightning
All when you high, man a take your life still
And anyweh you go, Killy sniper find him