Kill Me Dead

Jackie Lynn
Your body good, oh yeah
Your mother shoulda dap your body
Anuh so
Shabba tell the world that, man
Hear this

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi, it haffi kill me dead
And jacky rocking haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

Is not the clothes that me wear that ago kill me dead
Is not the gold that me wear that ago kill me dead
Is not the lyrics of me talk that ago kill me dead
Is not the money that me spend that ago kill me dead
'Cause one look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
One look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
Patsy fat gyal inna shorts with her body cock up
You feel it?
The type of girls dem suffer ever, but me haffi
A Jackie Lynn, no irie something so nuff
A whatever bicycle punch, she use hand pump it up

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi, it haffi run me red
Yes, the loving haffi run me red
It haffi, it haffi

And marian a her mother can say so she nah touch
But the pickney flighty gyal, dem outta road, a kill wuk
Be careful of the woman you send down to pick up
She coulda rough you up and then she mash your body up

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi, it haffi run me red
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

Is not the clothes that me wear that ago kill me dead
Is not the money that me spend that ago kill me dead
Is not the food that me eat that ago kill me dead
A must be something else, it ago kill me dead
Because although this something get to me head
It gone to me head, but it nah get me over dread

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

Cah, Little Twitch know say loving haffi kill him dead
Josey Wales know say loving haffi kill him dead
Shabba Ranks know say loving haffi kill him dead
And Jackie Lynn knows say loving haffi kill her dead

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

'Cause one look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
One look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
Patsy fat gyal inna shorts with her body cock up
You feel it?
The type of girls dem suffer ever, but me haffi
And Jackie Lynn, no irie something so nuff
A whatever punch, she use hand pump it up

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi
It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

Because, it hit up inna east, west, north, and south
Josey Wales get love he can talk about
It hit up inna the east, west, north, and south
Which him get love that he can talk about

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi, it haffi run me red
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

You coulda cocky like a donkey, it haffi kill me dead
You coulda Marlon and a Lacey, it haffi kill me dead
You coulda all small body gyal and ammi get
Remember you're no Tony and remember you're no Ted

It haffi kill me dead
Yes, the loving haffi kill me dead
It haffi, it haffi

'Cause one look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
One look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
With no man, me no all a pull up
Because, hyper girls, Shabba Ranking, glass up
Gyal, fi love me up and you haffi love me up
And you haffi, mhm hm
Come bend a touch, come inna
Come pass the love, me want the girls come rub

One look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
A one look pon the girl and me woulda take her home
One look pon the woman and me woulda take her home
She coulda cocky like donkey, she, she coulda wuk
A one of mi sister, nah, mi mommy, me coulda wuk
Shabba Ranking, Laura Buck