Текст песни The Just - Nyugen Smith

Fe fi foe fum
I smell the blood
Of an English man
Be he alive
Or be he dead
I'll crush his bones
And make my bread
Fe fi foe fum
I smell the blood
Of a Belgian man
Be he alive
Or be he dead
I'll crush his bones
And make my bread

We wit dat
Red black green
Red black green green
When I step up
On da scene
Throw ya poetry back
At all y'all regimes
Fire to your legacy
More gasoline
Come clean
You teaching the young boys dem
How to murder how to murder
Come clean
You teaching the young girls dem
How to murder how to murder
And now dey coming looking for you now

Fe fi foe fum
I smell the blood
Of a bloody french man
Be he alive
Or be he dead
I will crush his bones
And make my bread
Fe fi foe fum
I smell the blood
Of a Spanish man
Be he alive
Or be he dead
I will crush his bones
And make my bread

We wit dat
Red gold green
Red gold green green
When we step up
On da scene
Throw ya poetry back
At all y'all regimes
Fire to your legacy
More gasoline
Come clean
You teaching the young boys dem
How to murder how to murder
Come clean
You teaching the young girls dem
How to murder how to murder
And now dey coming looking for you now

Fe fi foe fum
I smell the blood
Of a diggy-dutchman man
Be he alive
Or be he dead
I will crush his bones
And make it my bread
Fe fi foe fum
I smell the blood
Of an italian man
Be he alive
Or be he dead
I will crush his bones
And make it my bread

Yeah
They taught you dat
Jack and beanstalk
In school
It ain't about nothing else
But killing another
That's what they teaching you
So we throw ya poetry back at you
Beanstalk talk