Nigel - Hepcat

I was the rudest boy fron Kingston to Spanish town

Me run many a constabulary down to the ground

Me mother bow her hed in shame when she would mention my name

What do I care I’m headed for the Rudeboy Hall of Fame

Summer in Jam (Jamaica) Down the streets begin to bubble

The wicked sun beats down while jobless youth

Just look for trouble —

This is the Jam Down that the tourist never see —

In contrast to the dreadful ghetto is the limbo party —

I’ve got no time man to sit and to brew

This corner is mine 'cause I’m the rudest of the rude

The root of the ruthless the rudest of the rude…