Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Mirror mirror on the wall
Could you please return our ball
Our football went through your crack
You have two now
De Rong Song
Your house is
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.