Instant Disaster - Jahmiel

To all my fucking enemies

Dem underestimate

Pussy dem a try test mi faith

What if me waan fi show the fucking world a better side?

What if me waan fi see the war thing, and step aside?

Anuh like me cyan make no Beretta rise

A simple thing fi crack your fucking skull, like pepper light

See me a easy, you never know a so me bad

'Memba me roll with the bloodclaat Gully Gad!

Diss Jahmiel, pussyhole, you mussi mad!

Dawg, you no see a sense dem no fucking have?!

Me try fi build, and some pussy a try draw me out

Middle day we buss dem head and that draw the crowd

A simple fucking thing fi left your marrow pon the road

Dem love fi chat, we put a shot inna dem horny mouth

Spanish Town, just tell some rookie, «chill»

Patriots too bad fi some pussy kill

None of dem bumbohole deh no start well

Dem no bad fi a represent Kartel

A mi strength some bwoy waan live off of

Dem never know a instant disaster

Dawg, me get that from mi father

Never grow fi trace like no Shebada

Ahhh

From Riverly to Tivoly

Tell dem, it hard fi get rid of we

Mi success ago make dem sick of me

Dem a dump, ask Trump or Hillary

Notnice, 'memba the browning weh you a wife up?

You cyan control her, you give her knife cut

True she have your secret say you like suck

Like you nyam front artist weh a try buss

Inna the gang him a the tallest man

See a group of girls, and him waan the smallest one

Bumbohole, you a pedophile

Ladies, watch your babies, 'cause him will take your child

A next thing

From some bwoy go sing 'bout nappy

Dem a think 'bout batty

Pussy dem a try bring down Jahmi'

Tell the bleach out fish, try bring down bammy

Haha

A mi strength some bwoy waan live off of

Dem never know a instant disaster

Dawg, me get that from mi father

Never grow fi trace like no Shebada

Ahhh

From Riverly to Tivoly

Tell dem, it hard fi get rid of we

Mi success ago make dem sick of me

Dem a dump, ask Trump or Hillary

Notnice, you have your puppet dem a sing a bag of diss song

Tell dem find a fucking hit song, and stop sing fiction

You see wha' me a say?

Man work hard fi this, dem pussy deh cyan get no hype off of me

Know that…

You done know a feelings you a carry, true me never sign the contract

But 'memba you did tell me say me lose mi talent, G?

So weh the badman thing fah now?

Haha

Joke this…

Where were you, pussy?

The same thing make Alkaline cut him off

The pussy have a dutty heart, uh huh

N’even have no time fi bumboclaat this

Back to mi rassclaat album

Unuh cyan fuck up my street creds

Dem know Great Man as a youth weh hold real medz, you know?

Gunshot inna the freak head, the freak dead

Full him of grains like wheat bread

Ahahaha