"Lord Luci" lyrics

Tommy Lee, Tommy Lee, Tommy Lee...

All you ah talk and nuh hail Lord Luci
Pree yuh soul come 'way
(Teufel)
Y'ah hear me still?
Me nah make dem tek mi life, yuh zimi
Ah di mad ting mi own, zimi (hail e Lord Luci)

As dem start, catch a body
Big Glock 40 shot up e party (ha)
Big batty catty ah rev e Saki
Travel through traffic, she clap e 'Matic
As e pussy dem speak, put a shot inna him mouth
Nada killa get squeal, yuh family wipe out
Head get steamy, Venom ah boil up
None ah dem na live fi guh tell e Five-O

Yo hombre, me kill people from Sunday to Sunday
Anywhere me go you know mi gun deh
The Benelli belly full all when me hungry
Kill bwoy brawling, me never run weh

My yute stop bitch
Yuh gyal ah suck mi cocky an' mek e sloppy
You nuh see a bad bitch? She love e badness
She video it she like it, two ah we watch it
Di link dem pyshco, have duppy like wow
We energy mighty, we left yuh lights out
We have some killa dyke wah will shot yuh right now inna e crowd
And she nuh need nuh night time fi buss yuh damn throat
If dem ah move speedy, we full ah Nitro
So me wake up breeze, when me step inna e clutch
Di dust devil squeeze and ah rip up all 'bout
Can't catch you by feet we ah kill you by drone

Wah you say you want, war?
Pull up and and him pump 10 Grand inna e tank
Pull up pon di three ah dem Bree chip lost
People say fi change so me gi' dem shop change
Dem say me pathological, dem say me deranged
From me likkle bit me evil, dem say me act weird
Now me fulla ghost like Maria Voistin
Tell him me a ghost and him nuh fi try me
As dem, boom shot inna him mouth
Nada killa get squeal, yuh family wipe out
Head get steamy, Venom ah boil up
None ah dem na live fi guh tell e Five-O
"Jeesam peas" ah yuh gyal ah bawl out
When yuh marrow jump out
An itch up inna her mouth
Killas like these, dem will stress you right out
From yuh born wid steel, today me ah find out

Ah wah do some man? (Hey)
Feed dem to di legion
You nuh see di vengeance, intention inna mi dwag's heart?
Nuff soul trap inna we eye ball (my God)
Some accurate gun we ah buss inna war (brrt)
Rapid up, mi chip inna e car
Tek him out calm, mek me gyal mash up him and him dawg
Me nuh see ah weh dem head gone

Sparta, we nuh no wall
Siv out inna e field like a world cup ball
People seh me deal as dem pull up man gone
Wul ah dem a vex like man shouldn't born, ayy

Hail Lord Luci, hail e Lord Luci
Hail Lord Luci, hail e Lord Luci
Hail Lord Luci, hail e Lord Luci
Hail Lord Luci, hail e Lord Luci

Now wah dis 'ya? Wah you want from me?
All ah di pussy dem weh nuh like we
Bring dem soul come gimme
Mek dem know you know
None of dem pussy get up inna life, yuh zimmi
Yuh zimmi (hail e Lord Luci, hail e Lord Luci)