Earlan Bartley - d**h To Microwave lyrics

[Intro] Yow Anyting Reach dem know seh it fall pon you All a di Pain and then Blame she a put it pon you Warn Dem Evil Man! [Chorus] Him Madda hold her breast and go dung pon her knee (Pon Her Knee) Bawl to di sky, say "Lord Take Him Please!" Find Mircrowave Dead inna Cane Piece Diss di wrong and pick up couple Brain Piece [Verse 1] Mi nah send nobody fi ly dung a Admission k** every Bombo Ra**clat Opposition Glock 34, 50 Round Ammunition A di first it a Squeeze, a body gone Mortician Bwoy Freeze like seh him get a Vision Same so him dead, eye open, fly a pitch on Gun man a buss, a no fi Normal Civilian So dem a Medz Wrong if dem think a Competition [Bridge] Yow Fra**!! All wah gwan, jus da Likkle Girl deh Mi Sorry Fah She alone Know The Pain! (She alone Know The Pain) p**yhole run all yuh want But yuh Can't hide from yuh Dutty Ways! (Dutty Ways Dutty Ways) People a St. Thomas To The States still a talk bout yuh Likkle Case Nah Talk bout Murda Case [Chorus] Him Madda hold her breast and go dung pon her knee (Pon Her Knee) Bawl to di sky, say "Lord Take Him Please!" Find Mircrowave Dead inna Cane Piece Diss di wrong and end up haffi pay fi it! [Verse 2] Yow Flowa Wheel out, everyting a squeeze out 30 Clip a Fire, yuh duppy a leap out! (Oosh) Yuh get a week, comin like yuh weak out Couldn't give di people dem nothin fi Tweet. . .Bout Dem a Laughing Stock, Real Joke! Shot a Fire Rapid, Microwave a scream out! Nah stop talk seh yuh Freak Out! Any step yuh mek, just know Yuh Head a Leak Out! (Oosh Oosh Oosh) [Bridge] A jus da Likkle Girl deh Mi Sorry Fah She alone Know The Pain! (She alone Know The Pain) p**yhole run all yuh want But yuh Can't hide from yuh Dutty Ways! (From Yuh Dutty Ways) People a St. Thomas to The States still a talk bout yuh Likkle Case (Case) Nah Talk bout Murda Case [Chorus] Him Madda hold her breast and go dung pon her knee (Pon Her Knee) Bawl to di sky, say "Lord Take Him Please!" Find Mircrowave Dead inna Cane Piece (Cane Piece) Diss di wrong and end up haffi pay fi it! [Outro] (They Can't Run!) Hmmm So we Deal wit Trouble Maker, yuh zeet! (They Can't Run!) Likkle Public Mischief, yuh know! (Gunshot a BEEAAAT!!) (They Can't Run!) p**y Mi gi yuh Permission fi Use New Level Unlock? (They Can't Run!) p**y Yuh Dead! Vendetta say Queng & Heng (FaaaaaiiLLL) Weh Dem a Talk Bout? Yah Bait! Leggo Mi Style man!