The Scourge Of God - Tommy Lee

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As night come down nerve start run

Transform to a level everywhere a lock down

Blood thirst wi deh come

Rise every gun Lord what a body come

People seh wi fly wi meck di eagle cry

Hey any bwoy run him down an meck hi fly

Hi rise

Hi rise

Some bwoy fi know wi an dem no size

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Wi no play wi no give a f**k

Jay mi press di chigger pon di bamma till hi bruk

Fi real

Fi real

All who cyan hear a go feel

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Gaza tell dem Tommy lee sick

Run up pon any Bwoy run up one click

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Nothing nah stick

Gun a sing like a gipsy go lo put quick

Rass pagan hold a back flick

Hold a one folo

Hold a casket

Chi chi pumpy shot yo dead quick

Spikle look in a yo marrow an spit

How yuh fi war wid di symptom sees yuh wi dead

Aim wid mi rifle a one to yo head

Mi cry fi mi peacefully lay yuh to bed

Mi heart haffi release

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People seh wi fly wi meck di eagle cry

Hey any bwoy run him down an meck hi fly

Hi rise

Hi rise

Some bwoy fi know wi an dem no size

Hmmmmmmmm

Wi no play wi no give a f**k

Jay mi press di chigger pon di bamma till hi bruk

Fi real

Fi real

All who cyan hear a go feel

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Cocam run up pon bwoy wid di colashny coff

Cyan diss di Gaza head back wi buss

Hm yo head cup lift up

Shell down yo henz get a cigarette buff

Yo cyan win di war 'cause wi nah give up

Rifle kick up plus mother a sick up

Rhhh di glock dem chip up

Rapid dem buss Maddens ready pick up

Mi sing fi di thugs dem a sparta weh mad

Mi sign to dem rifle alone body bag

Mi sing fi mi 'cross an mi cane an mi rod

And mi sing fi mi bible fi read

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