[Verse 1 – Crown Heights Carnivore] Mi pum-pum hiss like kettle top Steam bust quick, goose heart stop He tongue shake, but mi ride still One hand stroke, other grip steel (Pow pow — ping! Feathers fly like lies) Mi vice grip snap like trap in yard Goose get cooked when mi pussy hard He moan “mami” but mi hear “dead” So mi cum on crown while mi paint it red (Brrrrr boom — neck twist, gone.) — [Verse 2 – Dirty Diana of Brixton] Pom-pom tight, brain go loose Mi finga write Psalms while mi shoot goose He bawl out sweet, mi sing off key With one leg up and two clips on me (Click click, twist—boom boom bap!) Mi pussy purr, mi mind say war He sip mi drip, then see no more I cum like storms — loud and long Mi buss he head then hum a song (Ha ha ha — squawk, drop, silence.) — [Chorus – Full Squad, Loud Like Hell] Buss it naked, buss it proud We fuck, we fight, we scream real loud Click-click-pow, goose feathers rain We ride then shoot, again and again Papapapa! Ping ping ping! One go down when the pom-pom sing Too much grip, too much style We kill in heels with a demon smile (Gun echo, high heel stomp) — [Verse 3 – Bayou Bonebreaker] Down south swamps, mi pom-pom gator Eat goose whole, then spit out later Mi wine like plague, mi drip divine Goose come once — then flatline (Brrrrrt! Clap clap, death chant mix!) I bounce on face, hold heat in thigh He beg for breath but mi wave goodbye Rifle on lap, wine like storm Mi pum-pum prophecy, mi fuck transform (Thunder crash. Gun flare. Grave dug.) — [Outro – Whispered, Fading Into Static] “Pom-pom judge, goose get tried No chance left when mi legs divide Pussy talk prophecy, goose don’t speak Click-click boom — now him soul feel weak…” (Final squawk. Smoke rises. Fade to laugh and moan.)
