Di profet dem dey lie; di priests dey rule as dem like and my pipol like am like dat. But di day wey wahala and distroshon go start, na where dem go run go for help?
As dem dey chop and drink, some pipol wey dey kause trobol for di town kon surround di house. Dem bigin nok di door dey shaut for di old man, “Make yu bring di man wey dey stay with yu, so dat wi go sleep with am.”