Batty boy aint no bad man
Batty boy he just human
And the yardies bum fucked in prison are human too
And all of the bad man they be picking on the poor batty man
And all of the sad man they be singing lets shoot down that batty man
And out in Jamaica, it's a witchhunt, they're just like the klu klux klan
Yardies are waiting for the lynching of the next poor batty man
And when I dance and shake my booty to the sound of the Elephant man
While I'm dancing, he be singing, lets go kill the batty man,
And now I'm starting to feel guilty bout the poor ass batty man
So I thought I'd sing a song of praise now big up the batty man
me askin':
Why are all this yardie folk so square just like the pope?
You'd think that they'd be chilled out now from years of smoking dope
But the next generation do not give me so much hope,
Grime kids spitting like their granddads lynch that batty with a rope.
me talkin' bout rainbow coloured rizzla, me talkin' bout the rainbow coloured rizzla, me talkin'
bout the rainbow coloured rizzla ...