No let da guys dat stay agains me Make any kine to me. Dey make jalike dey tell da trut bout me, But dey ony bulai. Ova an ova, dey tell dey goin bus me up.
Wen somebody see his fren do someting, An he tell da judge Wat he see, But he bulai, Az jalike he stay hit his fren Wit one war club o one sword, O shoot um wit one sharp arrow.
But I tell you guys dis: Whoeva stay huhu wit his braddah gotta come in front da judge. Whoeva tell his braddah, ‘You no good!’ gotta come in front da main leadas. But whoeva tell, ‘You stupid an good fo notting!’ gotta go to da Hell fire.