All us guys wen come Jalike somebody dat do pilau kine stuff An no can come in front you, Da One In Charge, cuz a dat. All da tings we do fo show we stay do da right ting, Jalike pilau an dirty kine rags. We all lose fight, jalike one dry up leaf. An da bad kine stuff we do, wipe us out Jalike wen da wind blow away da leaf.
Wea eva you guys go fo make one deal Fo dem help you, You goin go way from dea Wit yoa hands on top yoa head, Cuz dey make you come dea prisonas! Az cuz da peopos dat you guys trus, Dey no good. Me, Da One In Charge, an I tell you dat awready! You guys stay tight wit dem, Az why notting goin come good fo you guys.
Da pries guys neva aks, ‘Wea Da One In Charge stay?’ Da guys dat suppose to know da Rules fo shua, Dey donno me fo real kine. Da guys dat suppose to take kea da peopo, Dey like beef wit me. Da guys dat suppose to talk fo me, Dey talk fo da god Baal. Dey stay tight wit da idol kine gods Dass good fo notting.”
“All a you Jerusalem peopo, How come you make jalike one jam up wahine, No matta you goin get wipe out quick?! How come you put on fancy kine red dress? How come you put on gold jewelry? How come you paint yoa eyes fo make um look big? You dress up fo notting! Da guys befo time dat get da hots fo you, Dey tink you no good now. Dey like kill you.