[Verse 1: KO-JO Cue]
More verses than the holy bible
If Eminem be the rap god, I be the only idol
Wo bɔ me din a, me reba wo fie, me kita nsuo ne rifle
M'ammɔ wo dua a, me bɔ wo tuo so you phonies die still
No be lie chaley I kill, and whatever I say is whatever I feel
I'm type ill, what I spill, is type real
Me rank nso wɔ soro sene Mahama light bill
I got that fire, I'm the best chef
Ɛba no rap a meyɛ bra, den no be breast
The best yet, till I'm breathless, let's bet
Tell your favorite rapper I walk around with his death cert
Nti sɛ me hyia no a murder sɛm no bɛba ntɛm
Hɛɛ my friend, me ka meho, wo mmarimasɛm no bɛka dɛm
Barima twɛn, these verbs I serve yɛ better kyɛn wo, verbal Kent
These are not lyrics, this is murder man

[Hook: KO-JO Cue]
Odeeshi, odeeshi
Wo rappo saa adɛn? Akoa yi ho yɛ ɛhi
Odeeshi odeeshi
Wo murder more rappers, ɛdeɛn nti (Yese me ha Adwen)
Odeeshi, odeeshi
Wo rappo saa adɛn? Akoa yi ho yɛ ɛhi
Odeeshi odeeshi
Wo murder more rappers, ɛdeɛn nti (Yese me ha Adwen)

[Verse 2: KO-JO Cue]
Rap dey bore, I need a new hobby
Wo rap asa, wo hia mmoa, w'ayɛ sɛ Zoology
M'ama wo gap, w'adi akyire like you dey do doggy
I can't stop effin the game up, I'm too horny
Oh sorry, w'adwa a kɔ fro lorry, na kɔ wo fie
Me nwom nnyɛ wo dɛ nso a wo pɛ a ɛnntie
W'ataadeɛ nnyɛ fɛ a, wo pɛ a mpue
Wo na wo de store, sɛ wo bo afu a wo pɛ a emmue
(dasorr), woyome bɛtoo tagor
Wo pimpinis mu ɛyɛ den ɛnso ɛbɛtoo Ajos
Plain T, V neck bɛtoo Lacoste
Megyi na woo yudo no ma koolu ooh daabro (Saka Them)
So I suggest you dey guard
NFL, with a ref sef we play hard
You love rap? Then I bet you heard of him
Jamaica bwoy say 'man-a-murder them'

[Hook: KO-JO Cue]

[Verse 3: KO-JO Cue]
Wo girl ho ɛyɛ fɛ a mfa no nkyea me
Wo dɔ wo nua baa a mma no nhyia me
Fine boy rapper, mmaa no tua me
Bad boy ampa, mmaa no hia me
Ohie mi, hard guy
I can battle any rapper, landslide
This no be Jay but dis no be play
So when I step up on the stage, keep your hands high
The groupie love dey make a man shy
Body and bury anybody, make a man try
Ebi your sormi, you go come spy
Mo nkeka mmɔ mu, mo nyɛ no baako, mo nsa one line
I, no dey, waste a line sef
Find, your lane, this is my turf
Them cue boys wild, you no hear of dem?
The Ghana man say (Them dey murder them)