Lyrics Ras Trent - The Lonely Island

Jah! Rastafarianism
Yes I, Ras Trent
Ba-da ding-ding-ding-ding whooaaaaa!
Who dem?
You no want test me champion sound
Oh fire pon Babylon
And fire pon a batty boy
Rude boy living in the shanty dorms
My roommate Nick is an ignorant bald-head!
Now chant down Babylon
Midterm essays
Then puff from de chalice
I fi make from a Sprite can
Last week I read a book
About Selassie I
Then told my bomboclat parents
I was switching religions
Excuse I!
Oh hot stepper, you do so many dutty crimes
Nyabinghi!
And plus you′re fully skylarking all the time
Unnu look ya now!
Have you ever noticed
How bald-heads suck?
Ba-da-da ding-ding-ding-ding
Dong-dang ding-dong duck!
Excuse I for my skanking
Give thanks and praise
Me toil part-time
At jah Cold Stone Creamery
In a dub style!
Roller skates... a DVD of Cool Runnings... Murder, She Wrote
Yagga-yagga-yagga yowwww!
Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent
Are you there Jah? It′s me, Ras Trent
Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent
Please guide me pon your bike path of righteousness
Oh stannaho, stannaho, stannaho, stannahoy Jaaaah!
Fussing and fighting and Zion and Roots
Red Stripe, Shabba, Ragamuffin and culture
Me night nurse never want to plant de corn
Skiddily-whoa
Diddily, skiddily diddily diddily...