Hotter Than Bread - Mavado

I must be killing them

Wo-o-ow

I must be killing them

Gully

A mussi true

Mi hotter than bread in the oven

A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem

Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem

Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem

Right now, mi still a live, mi still a live

Dem nuh waan mi wake up, but mi still a live

Dem waan mi dead, but mi still a live

Who vex, yuh cyaa see me lie inna fridge

If a aids test, mi negative

If a success, mi positive

And mi born pon the Gully, tell you as it is

With alot a con-man, sell you as it is

Me and mi brother Steve use to sleep pon the floor

(Nuff ghetto youth still a sleep pon floor)

Long, long, before me even come tour

(Long, long, before me even come tour)

Mi grand mommy use to take me to church and

And a tell me, fi God mi fi search

Mi enemies nuff, but mi friends dem more

Seh fuck dem

A mussi true

Mi hotter than bread in the oven

A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem

Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem

Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem

And mi seh, fuck who a hate mi nuh lose a pound

And if yuh try fi violate, you will lose yuh crown

When the pit bulls out, and the dawgs dem hound

Lord!

Mama son gone down

Man wi' hunt dem, anywhere dem found

A mad rass, mi a king fi the town

When the bomb dem drop, dem think a the drum

(Dem know me)

Real boss pon the track, don’t think a the clown

(It coulda never be, dem know)

From me rise pon the top, dem gone pon the ground

(True words, Amen)

Every song shot, suh mi leave dem wound

(See it deh)

Man a lef' the place dutty, so mi lef' dem broom

(Lef' dem broom!)

Broooom

Tj!

If I’m not the greatest, then I’m born to be

Check mi lyrical currency

Dem bwoy deh a counterfeit

But me

(Weh you do?)

A mussi true

Mi hotter than bread in the oven

A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem

Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem

Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem