Bulletproof Skin
Intro:
Huh! It was not the di ghetto rebel who moved his modda from one address
In Kingston eleven to anodda in Kingston eleven, it was dat likkle devil
LEVEL!! BULLET!!! Whappen to di transvestite?
Sodemite nah live anodda night, whappen to di bisexual, trisexual
Dat bwoy weh fuck man, dog and gal
BULLET! BULLET! Whappen to Kingfish? King Queer?
I wonder if my bullets attract some bitch
Yo! Whappen to dem likkle bloodclaat panty shits, yo! bwoy panty tee
(Final one!) Mi fifty caliber weh fly though vest, and boar di two face
Grenade BOOM BAM! dem look like toothpaste
When mi buss this tell fish nuh move king
Him must fi have bumboclaat bulletproof skin
Chorus:
A nuh bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Nuh bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Verse 1:
Fascheenie, now yuh tell di world seh yuh moody
See battyman parade and gone go shift booty
See badman yah so yuh come front yuh like rudy
Do anyting fi money yuh greedy and cruely
Dat's why yuh star Peter King blue movie
And then dem catch yuh wid RuPaul a pure lewdy
But yuh can gimme Ruby, Susie and cutie
Mek mi put dem inna mi jacuzzi
Rememba yuh seh, true yuh know a battyman run di world
And yuh find out yuh girl name Earl
And yuh Rupaul dem a twist up and twirl
Now black blunt mi give him to pearl
Chorus:
Yuh nuh waan bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Nuh bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Verse 2:
Him have di tallest tongue inna Jamaica
Him long it tongue centerspread inna di paper
It measure bout two yards of acre
A Susanne and Carlene dem odda taster
Talk bout licky back yuh lick tings back and forth
At weekends yuh long out yuh tongue like yuh rope
Bruk out di fallen Ange; lunatic like a court
A magic carpet now (?)
Miss Ivey, ok yuh work cashly
Not 'ware bout how di house a leak like yuh see
A six months ago yuh modda ask fi a fridge
And yuh a model wid di switch and this big (?)
Negative, do not link mi mama wid Michelle Lidge
But to live wid mama would be di biggest priviledge
Yuh go live wid Patrick and go walk wid back bridge
And go live Peter King crib, well!
Fascheenie have nuh pride him just love fi hype up
Fi di video him a go fi Queen pop out neck so
How yuh modda a go walk out and nah go tek bus
Now tell mi who di cruff a own di priceless stuff
Mi treat mama like a star yuh treat yuh mama like a czar
Mi neva yet see yuh and har mi never see yuh wid har par
Mi neva see har inna yuh car yuh hide har so far
How him a drive and a model and a blar
I'm not laughin at these tings I'm just talkin out these tings
When yuh walkin tellin everybody how yuh is a king
Yuh will forever be nothing dat's why gal tie yuh wid martini
Yuh memba where my modda live but yuh nuh give yuh modda nothing
Chorus:
A bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Outro:
Fascheenie di world dun know seh dat yuh Bi
Yuh fucked a few bitches nut yuh such a nice guy
Yuh have di Michael Jackson syndrome and dat's why
Yuh only homosexual but yuh nuh like pedifile
Bulletproof Skin
Intro:
Huh! It wasn't the ghetto rebel who moved his mom from one place
In Kingston eleven to another in Kingston eleven, it was that little devil
LEVEL!! BULLET!!! What happened to the transvestite?
Sodomite ain't living another night, what happened to the bisexual, trisexual
That boy who sleeps with men, dogs, and girls
BULLET! BULLET! What happened to Kingfish? King Queer?
I wonder if my bullets attract some bitch
Yo! What happened to those little bloodclaat panty shits, yo! boy's panty tee
(Final one!) My fifty caliber flies through vests, and tears the two-faced
Grenade BOOM BAM! they look like toothpaste
When I bust this tell fish don’t move king
He must have bumboclaat bulletproof skin
Chorus:
Ain't no bulletproof vest you want bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead, and chin
The war ain't done till I black bullet in
Sodomite dreadhead I bust like a pumpkin
Ain't no bulletproof vest you want bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead, and chin
The war ain't done till I black bullet in
Sodomite dreadhead I bust like a pumpkin
Verse 1:
Fascheenie, now you tell the world that you’re moody
See battyman parade and gone to shift booty
See badman here so you come front like Rudy
Do anything for money you greedy and cruelly
That’s why you star Peter King blue movie
And then they catch you with RuPaul a pure lewdie
But you can give me Ruby, Susie, and cutie
Let me put them in my jacuzzi
Remember you said, true you know a battyman runs the world
And you find out your girl’s name is Earl
And you RuPaul them twist up and twirl
Now black blunt I give him to pearl
Chorus:
You don’t want bulletproof vest you want bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead, and chin
The war ain't done till I black bullet in
Sodomite dreadhead I bust like a pumpkin
Ain't no bulletproof vest you want bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead, and chin
The war ain't done till I black bullet in
Sodomite dreadhead I bust like a pumpkin
Verse 2:
He has the tallest tongue in Jamaica
His long tongue spreads in the paper
It measures about two yards of acre
A Susanne and Carlene them other taster
Talk about lick it back you lick things back and forth
On weekends you stick out your tongue like a rope
Break out the fallen Angel; lunatic like a court
A magic carpet now (?)
Miss Ivey, okay you work cashly
Not 'ware about how the house leaks like you see
Six months ago your mom asked for a fridge
And you a model with the switch and this big (?)
Negative, do not link my mama with Michelle Lidge
But to live with mama would be the biggest privilege
You go live with Patrick and go walk with back bridge
And go live Peter King crib, well!
Fascheenie has no pride he just loves to hype up
For the video he’s gonna make Queen pop out neck so
How your mom gonna walk out and not take the bus
Now tell me who the cruff owns the priceless stuff
I treat mama like a star you treat your mama like a czar
I never yet see you and her I never see you with her par
I never see her in your car you hide her so far
How he’s driving and a model and a blar
I'm not laughing at these things I'm just talking out these things
When you walking telling everybody how you are a king
You will forever be nothing that’s why girl ties you with martini
You remember where my mom lives but you don’t give your mom nothing
Chorus:
A bulletproof vest you want bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead, and chin
The war ain't done till I black bullet in
Sodomite dreadhead I bust like a pumpkin
Outro:
Fascheenie the world knows that you’re Bi
You fucked a few bitches but you’re such a nice guy
You have the Michael Jackson syndrome and that’s why
You’re only homosexual but you don’t like pedophile