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Back stabba A E D Skin up your teeth with I And you don't like the Rasta Dread Jacob say we inna Tenement Yard A bag a wolf deh 'mongst the Dread Licki licki, labba labba Su-su-su-su, dem a back stabber Licki licki, labba labba Su-su-su-su, dem a back stabber Me back bigger than your dartboard, come on You wet your mouth like I told you so Me back bigger than your dartboard, now An' Natty Dread we a go crack your code Same like you stick the sheep You going go ram goat Ain't going go hang 'round no more Ain't gonna be no scapegoat Living the life, you see, of false pretence, daily Gwaan like you're so holy, holy righteous Holy righteous, you see Seeking special favours from His Majesty They stab you in the back And then you say you wasn't looking They stab you in the back And now want to know what's cooking Put on your holy, holy dress Gone a church 'pon Sunday Back to iniquity working, working 'pon Monday From Saint Thomas right down, down to Westmoreland You hitch up, you hitch up, you hitch up inna Harry minivan Tell me something Why every little thing you go check the Obeah man? Every little thing you gone check, gone check, gone check Check the Obeah man (..) Diddly, diddly, diddly dumpties Perch upon the wall Like ten empty bottles, you know They all stumble and fall Licki licki, labba labba Su-su-su-su, dem a back stabber Licki licki, labba labba Su-su-su-su, a dem a back stabber Me back bigger than your dartboard, come on You wet your mouth like I told you so Me back bigger than your dartboard Me Natty Dread going go crack your code Same like you stick the sheep You going go ram goat Ain't going go hang 'round no more Ain't gonna be no scapegoat Living the life, you see, of false pretence, daily Gwaan like you're so holy, holy righteous Holy righteous, you see Tell me something...