This is how it feel when you know that you could kill God and fuck the devil. Josey Wales say we set out soon, but I feel like we should set out now and ah grab me gun and think how I want to kill kill kill this pussyhole and nobody going get to kill him but me and I want to kill kill kill and it just feel so good, so raasclaat sweet every time I say Kill kill kill that the echo in the room sweet too. Josey Wales say time to go. Outside is two white Datsuns. Josey Wales tell we right before we leave how you playing both sides but you still a PNP stooge. And how you about to record a song that say under heavy manners and everybody know that is PNP slogan. And that you never change, but after this things goin’ change big.
This is how much time those two go over what we eight going do: three. Me forget the first time and the last time because me feeling this high different. Not that me used to any form of cocaine, but still me know this high different. Funky Chicken already acting bummy. I feel cold, and is not because the sun gone and early night already black and thick. Josey check him watch and cuss, we late to r’asscloth him say. Two white Datsun outside. Josey, Weeper, Bam-Bam and me get in the first. The rest get in the second.
Uptown. Uptown always say the same things to me when I come up here. Green light. We coming coming coming like lightning and thunder. I want another line, just one more line and I fly. A blue car come in front of we and seem to be going where we going. The car is the Piper and we is the rat. We follow the short manager all the way up to 56 Hope Road. Red light say stop but green light say go.
Bam-Bam
Josey Wales said no more line for you, work to do,
We in the car, the big beat jumping bass
No music in the stereo, naigger
Don’t need music for the S90 Skank, naigger
The short stump manager
Swerve out boasty on the road
Road Killer, coulda shoulda full ya full o’
Lead. Eight boys two Datsuns white
Like duppy jump out in broad daylight
Weeper notice him first
We laugh
Man leading we to him own judgment
Pied Piper, Weeper say
Don’t know what him mean, me ask what
Weeper mean
Nobody say but everybody laugh
Gun in my lap rubbing me, rubbing me,
And I want to fuck fuck fuck
Fuck this
In the middle of uptown
Running from Babylon
Uptown jam
Car on top of car on top of car on top of car
Kingston jam
Make we jam it right here and kill this pussyhole
Weeper look at me a way
He can see it
Nobody move
We so close to the stumpy manager we nearly touch
We should bump him, touch him
So that when time run out he
Would see we was coming
Two Datsuns white
Boys behind boys behind the man leading us to you
I rub the gun but this feel fool
Gun is not buddy, gun is just a gun
And I want to fuck fuck fuck
Fifteen and never fuck a ting
Bad man fuck from ten
Bust the cherry cherry bust
One day I saw my father fuck my mother
White Datsun number two in the back
Red car running up the rear
Two cars on two side, blue Cortina, no Ford Escort
Pink Volkswagen
Pink battyman in pink Volkswagen
And nobody moving
It not going to happen
It need to happen this need to happen I take two line
Three line four line
This going to happen
I think to grab the gun and start shooting
That would make people start moving
Weeper start looking
At me, you, ’low the bombocloth gun
Says something about cokehead
You is the cokehead, cokehead
Want to tell him what this fucking cokehead going
Do next but is cool runnings
Cool runnings, cool like a dead idea
Pink battyman in pink Volkswagen looking at we
Four men in a Datsun white
We off to kill, pervert, not to fuck
Point this gun to you pink pussyface
And boom sha-ka-la-ka
The riddim in me head crazy louder
Bam bam stylee
This car need to bloodcloth go!
And then it going
And the manager gone
Peel out like the rooster running
From sixty sexy chicken
Poof zip swoosh
He getting away
We going the same place, Weeper say
Demus not saying nothing
I don’t like Demus
He look at you too long
Like he writing something about you in him head
Coming up Hope Road we see the manager turn in
We stop.
We see and wait.
Echo Squad not standing guard
Echo Squad is PNP
Echo Squad know only one P:
Pay me
Dark come on sudden like it do when you not looking
Sky red then redder
Orange, then oranger
Black, then blacker
I want another hit
I want another hit
I want another hit
It’s because of you
You stand between me and it
And now we coming for you
And we screech through the gate
Fi we car first ride right up to the door.
Second car block the gate
Four man jump out of the car
Like Starsky and Hutch
On the one, on the four
Weeper head for the front door
The master’s door, the estate
This must be a place white man whip slave to death
Kill kill kill
You ’round the back, in the kitchen up the steps
Vibes and weed, we follow your trail but
Josey beat me to the bang
He driving the car yet still jump out first and with purpose
Your wife she ran out I didn’t care
She and some pickney I didn’t care
My bullet buck her in head
She fly clear off the ground
And land flat
I move over to finish the bitch
But she flat and blood a rush out her head
I run fast to get you, to see you, to put you down but
But Josey beat me to the bang
Bam bam, wife dead
And your brethren
And your sistren
And anybody that play guitar
I hear the bam bam bam bam on the ground
And reach up and push my feet
Echo in my head, bam bam
Blood rushing beat bam bam
Bomboclaat fuckery, I wanted to shoot you first
Nobody goin’ forget the man that shoot you
’Round the back won’t stand still even when I stop running.
I run up to the kitchen and cock the hammer
Them going write song ’bout me!
Riddim beating in my head
Beating louder
My father singing
One two three four
Colón man ah come
With him brass chain ah lick him belly
Bam bam bam
But Josey run in first
Josey bombocloth Josey
He run in on you and lift the M16
But the manager run in, right into you
Right into the way
I moving fast but everything slow
I jump on the last step but the sound stretch and the
Faster I lift the gun the slower it feel
I push my head in and see y
ou, before I see Josey
You don’t know you stand between me and it
Short stumpy manager run right into it
Chatting shit, monkey business
Bam bam bam bam bam
From Josey gun
Josey riddle him thigh, shower him back
He scream and I scream and all you say is
Selassie I Jah Rastafari
And all fall down
Bang a pot, blam a can, wake up dust and burst through
The window
Pow
Josey don’t aim for the head
Like the Cuban tell we
Aim for the head
Make it blast open like a blender
You look straight at me
You drop your grapefruit
You look at me
And I want you to shout and scream and sniff and tear
Piss you pants, jerk and fall
But you just look, you didn’t blink
And I and I
BamBam
Jah Rastafari shot you in the heart
You call out Selassie
You get him? I say to Josey
Yeah
Me get the wife too
Go ’round the front
Straight through the head with one shot
Bitch fly and crash on the ground
’Bout she was going make a clean getaway
Who the bitch think she be, Jill, Kelly or Sabrina
Don’t call the man’s queen, bitch
So you get him?
You get him?
You get him?
Yeah
We run to the front
Brothers was Swiss cheesing the house
Demus run through the front door
Past a girl hiding behind it
And empty a clip that hit the organ
Make a do re fa me so
People inside shuffle and scream
A girl scream out for Seeco
People inside quiet like a mouse
You drop your grapefruit and look straight at me
Like Jesus telling Judas
To get it done already
Me is you, Pilate me is you, Roman soldier
You don’t even know who your Judas was
Demus goin’ be mad that the Judas wasn’t here too
Think he did want him more than he want you
You just happen to be in the way
A brawta, and extra, extra sauce for the dish
Heckle run past Demus down the hallway
And make him gun rip a man in half
Cut a line ’cross the belly
Each shot a blood burst
We shower the place again
And just like so I want to
Make sure you dead
Is me should a make you dead
Me hate bombocloth Josey Wales
Me want to go back ’round the kitchen
And if you dead
Make you deader
Coming to the front Funky Chicken nearly shoot me
You get the wife?
Yeah me get the wife
She did a run to the
Volkswagen
Another man on the floor
The house quiet and shake
Whoop-whoop, sound of the police
Babylon beast
We run
But then me take a stop
As we running out a girl walking in
Angel don’t know she stepping into hell
Brown skin and pretty and look like
She don’t ’fraid to walk
In her sexy jeans and pretty blouse
She come for him me know it
Brown skin and pretty hair
And I did want to fuck fuck fuck
She see we and just stand there
Don’t run don’t back ’way, she just stand there
Maybe she crying or her eye just red
She don’t move
Siren getting nearer and me raise me gun
She must be one of them, me raise me gun
But Josey get to her first.
Josey walk right up to her, right up to her face
Right up to her face and sniff
He sniff and she jump and start weep
That quiet crying that big woman do
Me want her to piss herself
Me want to do it to her but Josey again
He get in me way again I going shoot him
Josey get inna the bomboclaat car!
The first car gone already
Demus Weeper Josey Heckle me
Weeper press the gas
The woman still standing there like she is Lot wife
That look back
Salt
Three gunshot and the back our window explode
And I want to kill kill kill
And fuck fuck fuck
But I scream scream scream
We dip over and swerve in the left
Into car oncoming
We dead now
Car screech and honk
Police coming in hot
Whooop-whoop
Babylon bussing a bang
Cars swerve out of the way, one crash then two
Down Hope Road other cars hear we coming
Police on the backside rushing we down
Move out ah the bloodcloth way
Bam! Make a right on East Kings House Road
Run red light
Screech screech tire soon bust
Whoop whoop
Fucking police
Bloodclaat Babylon
My head getting bigger and heart pumping
Boom boom boom
And you looking at me
Look up and a car coming straight for my head
Stop scream like a pussyhole, pussyhole!
Weeper say and slam the brake
My head clap the dash
He twist the wheel and slam the gas and, and, and
Demus
And the Datsun dash down another road that I don’t know and then another road then left down another road a boy jump out of the way but we still hear a bump nobody talking but everybody screaming Weeper say shut up, pussyhole, shut up, pussyhole, we turn again turn turn and dash down a lane so narrow that we scrape house on both side sparks burst off and somebody scream inside outside of the car don’t know then we drop into one pothole two three the car just bouncing up and down and then we skid a right past a bar playing HIS song a bar with a Pepsi sign and a sign with the old man from Schweppes Heckle say fling ’way di gun throw ’way di gun and so he fling ’way him gun Weeper say you is a bombocloth fool but keep driving and we turn right the road small no streetlight headlight dog we hit a dog then left then right and nobody know where we is I know I don’t know I can feel me head coming down already I not going get a hit now this coming down getting sadder and sadder vomit coming up my mouth send it back down we turn down one empty lane and another lane and end up on a wide road that cut a valley between the Garbagelands before I see that the police not following we anymore right now me is a boy and me want me woman the woman me leave this morning knowing that me might not come back but not thinking it I want me woman but nobody in the car making a sound until Heckle say dog going nyam we supper we going roast in hellfire them goin’ fuck we up them going put we under heavy manners they going eradicate we he start to cry and Weeper stop the car and come out and what the bloodcloth you a do Josey say but Weeper pull out him revolver and pull open the back door on the left get out of the bloodcloth car, you batty boy he say to Heckle but Heckle say him nah go nowhere Weeper fire a gunshot in the air me thinking Jesus Christ people surely goin’ come now but Weeper put the gun right near Heckle head and say to me Brethren, you betta shift ’cause brains going splash over you and Heckle start bawl me coming out me coming out me gone he climb out of the car and Weeper grab the M16 from him and throw it on a garbage hill and point his gun and say you better run ’cause me no business with you and as the boy turn Weeper
kick him in the bottom he stagger get up and run and Weeper get back in the car anybody who want to join him better come out of the fucking car now nobody want to come out I just want to go somewhere a cave ’round the beach or some hole I want just want one more line I just want one more line one more line before me dead just then I reason that they will kill me because they must and I goin’ be one of the man who kill HIM which is like the man who kill Jesus I wish me woman could sing to me I wish me did dead from ghetto sickness from polio or scurvy or dropsy or whatever poor people die from Weeper start the car and we drive through the Garbagelands who have the time how long we going keep driving if we never stop why we can’t reach Copenhagen City and in the gully outside Trench Town Weeper stop get out of the car and run he just run leaving three of we he just up and run and disappear in the bush like it swallow him up I wait for it to burp and Josey Wales in the front seat look at Bam-Bam and Bam-Bam run and disappear in the west and Josey Wales look at me and say fucking fool it was almost you, it was you until you sniff Weeper shit and I say what the bombocloth you talking ’bout but he run off east into the bush that swallow him up I think to wait for another burp thinking of a burp make me want to laugh but there is nothing to laugh about not this time so I start to cry nobody watching or at least I can’t see nobody watching me I want to cry louder I want my woman I want a line ’cause I hate coming down I hate it I hate it worse than I hate thinking of them shooting me and is not even a month but me start sniffling turning into madman on the street with the cocaine hunger I going mad me brain must be gone somewhere that it never coming back but nothing coming back now not a single thing something brush the bush at the top of the gully and the bush burst with light like hair on fire like burning bush in Exodus the light mean a car coming this way to use the gully as a shortcut it’s the police I know it’s the police I feel it’s the police run run run trip over a stone smack knee hiss bombocloth get up try to run but left leg only limp like the killer in Dirty Harry now Harry after me no no no right there is a clump of weed so high it hide me like a tiny chair can hide a big wabbit which way did the wabbit go which way did he go but I’m not the rabbit I’m Foghorn Leghorn and I’m a gonna hide I say I’m a gonna hide behind this here weed see that what I gonna do that’s a joke . . . I say, that’s a joke, son tee hee hee giggle giggle giggle the car pass by I can’t stop giggle they’re going to catch me tee hee hee and kill me tee hee hee I don’t know why I can’t stop laughing shut up mouth I clamp my mouth shut the car pass with a rattle and roll and splash in the nasty water running down the gully waking up the rats so many rats I want to scream and aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee nobody ’round to hear me aieeeeeeeee like a girl now me gun missing I can’t find it the rats took it they going tear me skin off and eat my toes and so much garbage in the gully: Brillo box, corn flakes box, FAB detergent, reconstituted flour enriched flour plastic bags dead rat trapped in plastic bags live rats coming out of milk boxes biscuit boxes running over soft drink bottles cooking oil bottles Palmolive dishwashing liquid I think it’s Palmolive you’re soaking in it so many bottles like rats and rats in bottle that can’t come out have to run have to run now forget the gun just forget it they’re coming to kill you I don’t want to die have to beg Jesus have to beg Papa-Lo have to beg Copenhagen City but is not Papa-Lo send we is Josey Wales but Josey Wales can’t do anything without Papa-Lo saying yes no maybe so right I trying to think in a straight line but line means white means coke I need a hit hit hit and I shot up HIM place and now it’s something that I don’t think of all the time but something that run in and out of my head like when I not wearing brief I know that Josey Wales was supposed to make a lot of money from this or he wouldn’t do it politics don’t mean nothing to a man like that everybody know and there was no police and no guard no guard at all which is like they know we was coming but Josey promise I would get at least one police to deal with and no guard at the gate we just run in but we could have walk I think all I kill was a piano I need to get back to Copenhagen City because this look like PNP area why Weeper leave we in a PNP area when we just kill PNP most famous sufferah and whoever find me going kill me till me dead I don’t know where this place lead and the road breaking up and the rats rats rats rats rats rats I run out and it must be late because this first street empty and I don’t know where I am this place two bars the sign say closed two sleeping dogs one creeping cat a burned-out car shell blocking the road a sign that say Rose Town Walk Ride Drive and Arrive Alive another one saying Slow: School both sign bursting with old bullet hole every hole I see I hear a blam or a bok or a pow like Harry Callahan did he fire six shots or only five and my gun gone and maybe I leave it in the garbage fields dunes fields dunes and in all the confusion to tell you the truth I forgot myself in all this excitement but being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and will blow you head clean off, you’ve gotta ask yourself a question do I feel lucky well, do ya punk and Harry blam blam blam hands stop shaking stop shaking please stop shaking nobody love me nobody care my head don’t think them ways it must be the coming down from the drugs why when you come down you just go down and down and downer and a high is nothing but a peak from which you just come down and down you fall and never stop and I going down lower lower soon sink into the road under the road into hell nobody going see me running through the night run faster make the world move slower but everything moving faster than me and road popping potholes and zinc fence blocking me from seeing the houses run run run right into people who I didn’t hear before I see quick behind this bush they playing dominoes somebody must did see me somebody must be behind me no they all under the streetlight four man at the table three man watching two woman the man at the head leaning back on the fence slamming down one domino then another then another they bang hard and the table shake the women scream and laugh and the radio love to love but my baby he loves to dance he wants to dance he loves to dance he’s got to dance but nobody around I hate them for ghetto people not supposed to be happy nobody should laugh everybody should be in misery me never laugh must be two time my entire life and saying my entire life make me feel like me old even though twenty birthday don’t come yet and all me have is me woman and she be a good woman and me running back to her but me not running back to her and I just want to get away just crawl with left knee then right then left right left right somebody water this hedge mud on me knee and in me fist God Hallelujah Jesus don’t make there be no dog but I crawling like a dog in somebody yard this must be a PNP area because every wall orange and them people too fucking happy I should have me gun them people don’t know what it really mean to kill Jesus fucking Christ rockstone in the mud ow ow ow ow bloodcloth oh shit the woman hear, the woman who not playing where me gun where me gun where me gun but then she laugh again and say stray dog over deh so and me crawl and crawl until me can’t hear no domino no more then me run run run until I run into the main road a car scream and I aieeee back and run across the road to the banking I don’t know how only God know how or maybe Satan know but now I’m on the railroad track the track push me and pull me and lead me back to the shack somebody sing take me back to the track jack but is the radio in my head taking me right back to whatever start all of this and will people think that is because of something political but it is political the white man don’t care ’bout no horse race I remember when the white man and the Cuban say know the difference between pointing a gun and shooting it and now me here on the racetrack but it too dark to know if it’s really a racetrack but one plank of wood follow another it must be so no train coming this time of night but one pass by early in the morning before cock crow maybe I should just lie down right here go to sleep on the tracks and wake up in hell no that’s not me talking it’s the comedown Jesus I hope Weeper is back at the shack with some lines but there is no shack just a railroad going everywhere this could be taking me back to country or even a PNP area but at least I smell the sea them probably take him to the hospital now a hospital that scorn Rasta but you’re th
ere now in emergency with plenty of white doctor around you the nurse says he’s lost a lot of blood doctor and the doctor says I need blah blah blah for blah blah blah on the blah blah blah stat then grab two paddles says clear and jumpshock your chest the music come up not pretty music but music that make the back of my neck sweat the nurse look away first and the doctor say we’ve lost him everybody turn black if only my head would stop traveling and leave my feet to do it alone because they going nowhere but here the moon half but orange the sky black and red and bombopussyr’asscloth me ankle broken bottle rat and shit on the railtrack Daddy say that train toilet flush right out on the track and which worse, broken bottle or dry shit I don’t know there’s the shack I can roll out a towel and sleep please for this is not a house but is my house now closer closer who looking who watching who set trap closer closer now the door not supposed to open so easy I don’t know I say I don’t know need a line need a hit fucking pussyhole Weeper give me a hit the shack never look so small the window look out into nothing but black and inside getting darker and darker than black then I wake up drowning until I touch wood. I smell a raw man in here with me but can’t see nobody.
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