Lyrics of 'Bulletproof Skin' by Bounty Killer

Intro:
Huh! It was not the di ghetto rebel who moved his modda from one address
In Kingston eleven to anodda in Kingston eleven, it was dat likkle devil
LEVEL!! BULLET!!! Whappen to di transvestite?
Sodemite nah live anodda night, whappen to di bisexual, trisexual
Dat bwoy weh fuck man, dog and gal
BULLET! BULLET! Whappen to Kingfish? King Queer?
I wonder if my bullets attract some bitch
Yo! Whappen to dem likkle bloodclaat panty shits, yo! bwoy panty tee
(Final one!) Mi fifty caliber weh fly though vest, and boar di two face
Grenade BOOM BAM! dem look like toothpaste
When mi buss this tell fish nuh move king
Him must fi have bumboclaat bulletproof skin

Chorus:
A nuh bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Nuh bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin

Verse 1:
Fascheenie, now yuh tell di world seh yuh moody
See battyman parade and gone go shift booty
See badman yah so yuh come front yuh like rudy
Do anyting fi money yuh greedy and cruely
Dat's why yuh star Peter King blue movie
And then dem catch yuh wid RuPaul a pure lewdy
But yuh can gimme Ruby, Susie and cutie
Mek mi put dem inna mi jacuzzi
Rememba yuh seh, true yuh know a battyman run di world
And yuh find out yuh girl name Earl
And yuh Rupaul dem a twist up and twirl
Now black blunt mi give him to pearl

Chorus:
Yuh nuh waan bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin
Nuh bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin

Verse 2:
Him have di tallest tongue inna Jamaica
Him long it tongue centerspread inna di paper
It measure bout two yards of acre
A Susanne and Carlene dem odda taster
Talk bout licky back yuh lick tings back and forth
At weekends yuh long out yuh tongue like yuh rope
Bruk out di fallen Ange; lunatic like a court
A magic carpet now (?)
Miss Ivey, ok yuh work cashly
Not 'ware bout how di house a leak like yuh see
A six months ago yuh modda ask fi a fridge
And yuh a model wid di switch and this big (?)
Negative, do not link mi mama wid Michelle Lidge
But to live wid mama would be di biggest priviledge
Yuh go live wid Patrick and go walk wid back bridge
And go live Peter King crib, well!
Fascheenie have nuh pride him just love fi hype up
Fi di video him a go fi Queen pop out neck so
How yuh modda a go walk out and nah go tek bus
Now tell mi who di cruff a own di priceless stuff
Mi treat mama like a star yuh treat yuh mama like a czar
Mi neva yet see yuh and har mi never see yuh wid har par
Mi neva see har inna yuh car yuh hide har so far
How him a drive and a model and a blar
I'm not laughin at these tings I'm just talkin out these tings
When yuh walkin tellin everybody how yuh is a king
Yuh will forever be nothing dat's why gal tie yuh wid martini
Yuh memba where my modda live but yuh nuh give yuh modda nothing

Chorus:
A bulletproof vest yuh waan bulletproof skin
Bulletproof face, neck, forehead and chin
Di war nah dun till mi black bullet in
Sodemite dreadhead I buss like a pumpkin

Outro:
Fascheenie di world dun know seh dat yuh Bi
Yuh fucked a few bitches nut yuh such a nice guy
Yuh have di Michael Jackson syndrome and dat's why
Yuh only homosexual but yuh nuh like pedifile