Murder Inna Dancehall is a website that exposes the violent and disrespectful lyrics conveyed in dancehall music towards the gay and lesbian community.

Although you might find it difficult to understand the lyrics which are written in Jamaican patois (batty man, chi chi man, funny man, fassy, faggot), they are all, nonetheless, pejorative appellations for gays.

Bun Dem Now – Assassin.......(aka: Bun Dem)

Intro
Its another (a murder)
Yow...the one yah name praise
To di father fi all a we days
Gi we life mek we shine bright like di sun raise
Lighter fi bun up all chi chi and gays
Kentiya say di fire muss blaze
Red square tell dem rise up all di AKs
Yeah man, tell dem change them dirty ways
All a who a misbehave, watch yah nuh

Chorus one
Well a nuff a dem nah live right so we a bun them now
Waste dem life betta we dunn them now
All who wha fight we have we gun them now
We a bad from a that a stun them now
A who a see di gal them and a run them now
Gal, yo mad- we nah shun them now
Crazy way we set and turn them now
Them bring we daughter and we son them now

Verse one
Gal them we love and a we vow that
Father God we put above and a nuh gow that
Nuff man love another man, me nuh see how that
If you a bull and a nuh cow that, betta yo lowe that
We love di gal them and we show that
The gal dem garden we haffi plough that
Nuff see de nable and a guh below that
And a blow that, bredrin betta yo lowe that
Under age yo fi lowe that
Gi Shano and likkle Bow Wow that
Cause a close to death row that
Fifty years yo think a now that, betta yo lowe that

Chorus one
Thats why haffi bun them now
Waste dem life betta we dunn them now
All who wha fight we have we gun them now
We a bad from a that a stun them now
Rasta man beat di kettle drum them now
Gangsta beat di _____ dem now
Who a run off di beak and tongue them now
Six feet unda ground them now

Verse two
Cause man a gangster yo fi know that
You a pass inna di club and me say bredrin
See di war boat and wha fi row that
Me have me glock unda me throw back betta yo lowe that
How you a smoke anuh dro that
And no farmer down a centi nuh grow that
Yo see pan di shotta endz we nuh allow that
A sumn white like snow that? Betta yo lowe that
Money fi mek yah and I know that
But yo nuh fi reap nothing and nuh sow that
How yo fi wha corn and yo neva grow that
Anuh di sweet from yo brow that- betta yo lowe that

Chorus one
Thats why we haffi bun them now
Waste dem life betta we dunn them now
All who wha fight we have we gun them now
We a bad from a that a stun them now
A who a see di gal them and a run them now
Gal, yo mad- we nah shun them now
Crazy way we set and turn them now
Them bring we daughter and we son them now
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NOTE: these lyrics were found on the internet. They might differ from the song.
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