| Oh, shut your mouth, idiot boy |
| Never you again disrespect Puppa Albo, watch out, boy |
| Never tell me 'bout me mother, never try that, boy |
| You knock off like a two, three bag sushi boy |
| Brown and green but you no name fits right |
| Oh, you move like you smart, you no name Libra |
| With your turban and your puppet smile you a smurf a boy |
| You call yourself a king and you don't hear John Hoy |
| You is not a rasta shatta and you gone a toy |
| You think you sauce a pepper, but you salt like soy |
| Salt like a fish and you anti-spoil |
| Low like water bill, you going get deployed |
| Me tell you sayonara, Yaira Shreeman boy |
| Me is a lyrical bomb, you going get destroyed |
| You try sample me style, but you no name a coy |
| Me heavy like a godsman and ready like a coy |
| Me no need fi sound like Chris just fi sing bye, bye, bye |
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| I don't take no disrespect |
| Good boy make you run and fret |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| You put a hope like nuts and dough like salt |
| Good boy tell you shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
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| Stamp denies idiot boy |
| Say goodbye to blue sky, you is not Pink Floyd |
| Yes, you pink like Alicia, that a bad news, boy |
| You try jump like Lamar, but you fat like Chloe |
| Chatterbox like a robot, should I call you dried? |
| You is dirty like a coal and cleanse pampers, boy |
| All your mouth full a muscle, you a oyster, boy |
| All your words them pumped up, you is a monster ride |
| Better calm down yourself, smoke a giant a boy |
| You never take the pilot half in a passing job, boy |
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| I don't take no disrespect |
| Good boy make you run and fret |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| You put a hope like nuts and dough like salt |
| Good boy tell you shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| One sit down, dirty boy |
| Never you a try fi raise your voice a rush me, boy |
| Yellow tape on your mouth, you a crime scene, boy |
| You put a Yamnoth colour loose, still can't touch papaya |
| You mugga down like Khalid with a wimpy smile |
| You dirty and corrupted like Silvio's file |
| You bankrupt like GM builds them stock compile |
| You should escape on the bronco like OJ, boy |
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| I don't take no disrespect |
| Good boy make you run and fret |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| You put a hope like nuts and dough like salt |
| Good boy tell you shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
| Shut your mouth, shut your mouth |
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