[LYRICS] Squash – Funeral Program

“Funeral Program Lyrics BY Squash”

Squash replies back to Alkaline’s death announcements. This time around he comes through with hard lines and titles this Funeral Program.

We will submit the lyrics soon.

I’m a man who believe that I died 20 years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear of anybody or anything

Haunt man a haunt dem head
A wamp to dis ya ediot ya
Haunt man a haunt dem head
Shabdon none a dem bwoy cant page me you mad

And bloodclaat so much gun bout ya
A bare killers dey me foot
Yo mad one
Pvssyhole me nuh fraid a screw face
Chop up you body
Fine and put you inna suit case
Send you back a foreign right where you locate
Yea me know murderer
Yea me know bait

Bullet a brush yellow teeth like a colgate
Sin this eno
Fi kill them animal me know dem
Ano criminal
Bout intellectual
You a bisexual, cant style di general
Today a you funeral
Addicted to me strap like a nicotine
Any way you head pv$$y me find you
Kill me kill people 6ixBoss
Nuh throw word
The m1 bomber oil dung and e spray dung with di double D
Optimus clap shot inna you face
You shouldnt trouble we
Svck you madda bout bloodclaat ooshh
Stoosh

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Bare fireball weh the calico a push
You likkle gun bag dem fling inna di bush
Murderer me par tivoli nuh talk nuff
Me a put the clip inna di glock and gwaan go
Buss dem head
7.62 tall like KFC chicken leg
Me duppy up the clown
Them ends a shell out like a scramble egg

Me caught you by surprise
You friend dem never expect you fi dead
Cant violate so
Gwaan go easy likkle funky dread
Buss you windpipe you pv$$y tongue
A long out you neck
You get the address wromf pv$$y me dey a havendale
Send one a you friend me ready prepare fi jail

Nah go slp ya now
Pv$$y get it
Di 6ix dem outta road
We never leff it
Boy weh love hype and fame dem go dead you see
di same artwork that dadda than you song
man weh kill people
man weh run gangs
Pv$$y run up pan di matic di buretta never jam

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The bomber a go explode
Squidward a nyam four
Me know you nuh want fi dead but me ah go
Mek you skull bore
man a slide pan speng shell
Bobby dey pan a yeng yeng
mack a clap and man a drop and bag
A pack and bomb drop
Seaview
Me a go buss out fleego head and mek you get a
Preview
You ano killer you just
A pull a off a stunt
Gun clown
Cant gi murderer nuh conk
Mussa bush weed and the rum dem you
mussi drunk

Love use up your wah gwaan clearndon
A so di likkle wrenk nasty boy tan
Mac informer girl boy
You know di man
Never fvck and breed a gyal you is a gelding
Mac 90 sparks fire like say me do welding
A nuh box dung againa di shot gun a swell skin
Cant find no hit song, if ano me you nuh trending
Me nah watch me gyal much fi watch me mother
Shelly

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Talk bout you worthless momma
And stick pv$$y kerry
All di clown dey pan you IG
Tell da fool dey him a go bury
Big guns bag dead, any means necessary
Boy coulda inna vest or inna helmet
You a get a bored casket suit of velvet
Any way me go, me carry di glock 18 chip
And me hackle and kotch weh favor space ship
Simple mean, pv$$yhole me nuh fraid a screw face
Chop up you body
Fine and put you inna suit case
Send you back a foreign right where you locate
Yea me know murderer
Yea me know bait

Bullet a brush yellow teeth like a colgate
Me tap you madda pan her shoulder and
Say mommy wul faith
Shot a pitch outta di nozzle you nuh
See me gun flame
Bull pup buss gyal drop man a get grave
Bumbocl–t

Yo atto dem bwoy ya waste a time eno
You know di chop a ready
dead bwoy dead gyal
Clap clap pow pow

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