Lucifer, son of the morning,
I'm gonna chase you out
of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
to find another race
Satan is a evillous man,
but him can't choke sit on a man
So when I check him, my last in hand
And if him slip, a gun with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out the earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out the earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race, oh yeah
Him a fi drop him fuck and run
Him can't stand up to Jah
Jah's son
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
An d chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
to find another race
Satan is an evil -lost man,
but him can't choke -sit on a man
So when I check him I lass in hand,
and if him slip a gun with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
and chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Him can't stand up to Jah Jah's son
Him haffi left here with him gun
Dig off with him bomb
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
People said it's full out there
Tribal war, it's full out there
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Satan is an evil -loss man
But him can't choke -sit on a man
So when I check him I lass in hand
And if him slip a gun with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
Me say dem dub it pon the goldy bank
Me say dem dub it pon the river bank
Me say dem dub it and dem
rub it in a boa bank
Me say dem gonna call a man
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
chillax, chillax, chillax.
Pearl and pearl and pearl
and they will never run out. know.
Chi bam, chi bam.
Move you!
Goodness gracious!
Chi bam, chi bam, chi bam bam bam
and the Nazi traitors come.
Chi bam, chi bam, chi bam,
chi bam, chi bam, bam, bam,
and the Nazi traitors come.
The bomb, bomb one, the natty tread
The bomb, the two, the natty tread
The bomb,
bomb three and the natty tread
The bomb pon the gully band
Move your radio gun,
me say fi left your radio bomb
Oh yeah, move your
Ballin' cannot stop pon the natty tread,
pon walkin' outside
Jibam, jibam, jibam -bam -bam,
and the Naughty Jets gang
Jibam, jibam...
