Bad Blaxx - Thursday Evening Lyrics

Intro


Mhhhhm
Tell yuh seh dem easy fi dead
Dem easy fi dead
Dont it
You wi get e wul clip
Yo
Ay ay


Verse 1

A who tell dem seh fi diss,
Tek him body
Bun it up
Throw it over di precipit
Dem a fire wild grains
Every shot whe fire miss
Mi a carry mine haffi squeez it off
Mi nah guh itch
Mi nuh give a f*ck
Everybody a dead and everybody haffi bleed
Killing people put me at a happy place
Mi a squeez di trigger have the glock inna yuh face
Pull di pin back every single ting a get erased
A wah yuh feel?
Claim seh dem bad but them a living inna a dream
Mi shooters inna full black suh yuh know yuh never see him
Cya diss the dawgs dem whe inna fimmie team
Cah mi dawgs dem will nyam yuh food like a happy meal

Dem annuh nuh badman
Dem a pretend
Coulda wah dem could an a pree den
Man kill him thursday evening
Wah yuh mean?

A mi mek everybody see den
Nah wait until the weekend
Everybody inna yuh scheme haffi flee


Chorus

Yo dem feel seh dem badda dan we
Suh wi show dem dawgs ya a who born bad
Fire couple shot inna dem head
Marrow lef pon di pavement
Madda a bawl
OH
MY
GOD
My gun dem never yet seize up
Everything squeez out
U wi get e enuh
U wi get e enuh


Verse 2

Bredda, Guh suck yuh mumma
Yo a who you?
You ring coulda never fool you
This ya annuh nuh blues clues
Look like him a lose screws
Buss him head and wear him teeth round wi neck and mi nah wuk nuh voodoo
Inna head side
When di lead fly
Dread time
From yuh disrespect dawg you's a dead guy
Sed time
We guh buck him addi red light
It nuh mek nuh sense yuh beg guy
Clip it mi got inna pocket
And a knock it a knock it
Yuh wah see body a liddung pon grung
We nuh inna nuh bagga chattings
We mek di rifle duh lashings
A Mr. Deth yuh guh call dung pon yo
Mi duh it solo
Mi dawgs dem addi shooters
But mi profound
Loco
You shoulda never f*ck round
We run di city
Yuh run round town
Di mount a ammo deh yah dawgs
Mi cannot count rounds

Mhhhhm


Chorus

Yo dem feel seh dem badda dan we
Suh wi show dem dawgs ya a who born bad
Fire couple shot inna dem head
Marrow lef pon di pavement
Madda a bawl
OH
MY
GOD
My gun dem never yet seize up
Everything squeez out
U wi get e enuh
U wi get e enuh


Verse 3

Santan we got clips and shots
Fi stick pon neck
6 shot and a 6 man
Dead pon him complex
By time him fi lif and beg
We dip and press
Coppa shot a lick pon chest
Within context
We cool dawg
Another one we put a grung
And den we just move on
Nuh time fi tracing
With nuhbody we annuh susan
Mi dawg dem chip and lick dem head
Dem nahve nuh screws dawg
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo


Chorus

And dem feel seh dem badda dan we
Suh wi show dem dawgs ya a who born bad
Fire couple shot inna dem head
Marrow lef pon di pavement
Madda a bawl
OH
MY
GOD
My gun dem never yet seize up
Everything squeez out
U wi get e enuh
U wi get e enuh
Yo yo dawg


Outro

Mhhhm
And we seh gulf
Southsyde
A mad ting and boom enuh
Mhhhm
You wi get e hol clip
You wi get e hol clip
You wi get e hol
You wi get e hol
Mhhhhhhhhm
Ye
Ye