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| Hey Mayti, what u doing down here? | |
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| The rent-a-dreds down in Negril have all heard the word about me, so my only chance is to find one a dem rastas smoking a spliff up in a tree top. | |
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| Yo NIX, where can I find this guy called Creation? I have some chicken neck in my bag... | |
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| Mooooooooooooooohohoooo ooooooooooooooooooooooo. Him did deh dung a di bottom a di ocean. His daytime hustle is crabfishing. Now gimme me food! | |
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| Come here and jump inna me bag, I command you! | |
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| Go hol yuh sistah Cuntclaat, Creation. Last night me did deh inna yuh mumma pubic hear and ah tear it up to ras! | |
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