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.

Not Afraid – Elephant Man

Chorus
War nah dunn fi now
Batty man a multiply them clique a grow
They should know, say we gun them longer now
Them cyaa march inna we place gunshot will blow
Thats how we grow!
We take a vow Jamaicans nah guh your way
Gun a lick them wid bullet like stone
Bad man is not afraid to rise them guns weh chrome
Man nah trace like no gal down town
I buss my gun the way I feel
Pan a faggot man a clean blue steel
Death rowwww!
It nuh tek me nutten fi war them on my own

Verse 1
A them guh start di war so now we nah guh compromise
Why them guh bruk di law and now dem wha apalogize
Tru them know say August Town man have gun enterprise
Its not di likkle one pop weh them use to criticize
Di army and di force them know say we gun dem legalize
A wonda how it happn and it never authorize
When we a kill out fassy man we a generalize
Tivoli, Jungle wha dem dead and not alive
Me have some gun weh ____size
Fi leff them paralyze
Me gun them shine and chrome it a blind them eyes
Them hypnotize
Batty man fi bunn to ashes!! pan that me a emphasize
Blue steel a leff them tranquilize

Chorus
Bad man is not afraid to rise them guns weh chrome
Man nah trace like no gal down town
I buss my gun the way I feel
Pan a faggot man a clean blue steel
Death rowwww!
It nuh tek me nutten fi war them on my own

Verse 1
You will neva live to see a man a braid me hair
So when me kill them off nobody nuh fi interfere
Volunteer fi kill them off them and them cavilere
From yo ride di rear you a guh get damage severe
Man back yo love climb? Boy yo mussi ____
Old queer so me kill them off so dem re-appear
Remember me and fren them a some old gun pioneer
Feel the iron here when it start fi roll like a lion-eer
Bawl, like a gal when them hear steel a clean
Big up all my thugs weh know them str88t juss like a seam
So chi chi when yo see him weh you a guh tell di supreme?
Me bun them peaches and cream

Chorus
War nah dunn fi now
Batty man a multiply them clique a grow
They should know, say we gun them longer now
Them cyaa march inna we place gunshot will blow
Thats how we grow!
We take a vow Jamaicans nah guh your way
Gun a lick them wid bullet like stone
Bad man is not afraid to rise them guns weh chrome
Man nah trace like no gal down town
I buss my gun the way I feel
Pan a faggot man a clean blue steel
Death rowwww!
It nuh tek me nutten fi war them on my own
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NOTE: these lyrics were found on the internet. They might differ from the song.
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