East Indian - Bounty Killer

Nah no mercy

I and I cyan understand 'cause…

This punk just come a prolong 'bout him a play counteraction

A weh him come from?

And a say him a Indian

Lost him culture and him reputation…

Well this a the last part of the session

Coulda wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?

I goin' mad him with counteraction

Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one

Him must be an East Indian

Yeah!

A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?

Me ago kill him with counteraction

After me do Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song

The boy still a prolong

What a surprise as me a ride pon drive

Winchester inna mi hand, well Black Talon start to glide

Sitting Bull and Chief Joseph, dem run gone hide

Crazy Horse and Red Cloud, inna bush them a dive

And the Indian fool-fool and love fi make noise

Riding through the black hills it is like a landslide

Nesberts fly down like wild fowl

Black Talon a make them feather fly and them head roll

357 get out of control

It inna mi hand, me big, bad, and bold

So, «Don't fear no guys», that I have been told

By my daddy, although my daddy get so old

If you try take my gold you’re gonna lose your soul

I’m gonna aim to your heart or your mole

A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?

I goin' mad him with counteraction

Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one

The punk must be an East Indian

Again!

Wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?

I goin' kill him with counteraction

After me do Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song

And him still a prolong

Me sing say!

This a the second scripture

Wah day me hear dem all a say you’re a doctor

How you never «doctor» your dengue fever?

Boy you chat so 'til your mouth cause disaster

Now you haffi run out of town like water

If a never me, me know you’d still be a pauper

Every day you get up, a who you a live off of?

Dressed like say you are your mama’s last daughter

Bending up your face like a big barracuda

Now you haffi run out of town like Luther

Diss man from Seaview, and man from Rema…

And man from Tivoli, you come inna Gleaner

And Waterhouse man, talking dem don’t inna…

A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?

We ago kill him with counteraction

Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one

Him must be the East Indian

Again!

Wha' take this fool a say him a Indian?

I goin' mad him with counteraction

I man say Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song

And him still a prolong

What a surprise as me a ride pon drive

Winchester inna mi hand, well Black Talon start to glide

Sitting Bull and Chief Joseph, dem run gone hide

Crazy Horse and Red Cloud, inna bush them a dive

Indian fool-fool and dem love to make noise

Riding through the black hills it is like a landslide

Nesberts fly down like wild fowl

Black Talon a make them feather fly and them head roll

357 get out of control

It inna mi hand, me big, bad, and bold

So, «Don't fear no guys», that I have been told

By my daddy, although my daddy get so old

If you try take my gold you’re gonna lose your soul

I’m gonna aim to the heart or the mole

A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?

Me a kill him with counteraction

Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one

The punk must be an East Indian

Again

Wha' take this boy a say him a Indian?

Him dead under counteraction

I man say Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song

And him still a prolong

So mi sing!

This a the second scripture

Wah day me all a hear dem all a say him a doctor

How him never «doctor» him dengue fever?

Boy chat so 'til the mouth cause disaster

Now him haffi run out of town like water

If a never me, him woulda still be a pauper

The whole world knows a we him live off of

Boy trace like him a him mama’s last daughter

Bending up him face like a big barracuda

Now him haffi ride out of town like Luther

Diss man from Seaview, and man from Rema…

And man from Waterhouse, no talking dem no inna…