boy deh 'pon the freezer a chill like beach
people a dead when the killy dem reach
quada don tie rope round your neck like leech
big mac-11 travel 'pon the front seat
and me a give you the whole of it inna your front teeth
diss sup' see him a gap 'pon the cold concrete
plus him get a pretty gift named coffin and wreath
why you sell your soul to the killy dem?