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