KATY: ♪ Boy, don't say you're sorry, my life's a safari ♪
♪ I'm drinkin' Campari, I'm playin Atari ♪
♪ I'm over you fast as a fuckin' Ferrari, yup ♪
♪ You stepped out so fast, my crew then amassed ♪
♪ Put your ass on blast ♪
♪ Your arm in a cast ♪
♪ And I put you right in the past ♪
♪ I pass you so fast, outcast you at last ♪
♪ Hold steady, holdfast, your shit's been recast ♪
♪ You fuckin' disaster, I'm enthusiastic ♪
♪ And that's the forecast ♪
♪ But who asked you? ♪
♪ I'm like a Targaryen spittin' straight up Valyrian ♪
♪ Out here not care‐e‐in', out here Don Cherry'n ♪
♪ You're arbitrary'n, You out there ferry'n ♪
♪ Out there miscarry'n Pam and Rosemary'n ♪
♪ I'm a wild cherry, you're a huckleberry ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm Bloody Mary, you are Tom and Jerry ♪
♪ I am legendary, no one's secondary ♪
♪ You're unnecessary ♪
♪ You are Moe, Curly and Larry ♪
♪ How's this for an obituary? ♪
♪ I told you it's simple you're in or you're out of it muffin ♪
♪ Did you think I was lyin' or fakin' or phony or bluffin'? ♪
♪ Why try with a guy, please ask why ♪
♪ His dick is always pointing towards the sky ♪
♪ That shit makes me bone dry ♪
♪ And I'll lop your dick off like a samurai ♪
♪ I know all the signs and the signals I know the tells ♪
♪ 'Cause everybody's always fuckin' somebody else ♪
♪ You eye up every single girl in the bar ♪
♪ While I'm out for a piss ♪
♪ No real man does this ♪
♪ Yo, here's a hot take ♪
♪ I might fuck Bieber, I might fuck Drake ♪
♪ But your time is done, it was fun ♪
♪ It's the end of the run hun, I'll stick to my guns ♪
♪ I'ma stun 'cause you ain't the only one ♪
♪ I'll close this book with a hook ♪
♪ And I'll seal with a kiss ♪
♪ Only real men get this ♪
♪ theme music playing ♪
[music distorts and slows]
ROALD: Rocket Man was the wrong nickname to give him.
Rocket Man would empower a dude like that.
‐ Yous can call me Rocket Man.
DARYL: We already call you a piece of shit.
MRS. McMURRAY: You're my rocket, baby.
I wanna rock it all night long.
‐ You're a rocket, man. ‐ No, you're a rocket, man.
DAN: Cool it.
ROALD: If you really want to irritate him,
you have to say his name like you're achieving orgasm.
STEWART: Hard‐corgasm. ROALD: Like, Kim Jong‐uh. [moaning]
STEWART: Kim Jong‐uh. [moaning]
‐ Yeah, but that's not how you pronounce his name, though.
It's not Kim Jong‐un. It's Kim Jong‐une.
STEWART: Kim Jong‐ewn. ROALD: Kim Jong‐ew.
WAYNE: Isn't it pronounced Kim Jong‐on?
‐ Kim Jong‐‐ ‐ Kim Jong‐‐
[all saying "Kim Jong"]
WAYNE: Yeah, like, Kim Jong‐on.
[all moaning "Kim Jong‐un"]
[continuing moaning "Kim Jong‐un"]
[clapping]
‐ Which one of yous beat the shit out of my cousint' Dierks?
ALL: That'd be me.
‐ [scoffing] That's how they do it in Canada then, eh?
Eight dudes on one?
‐ Don't tempt me with a good time.
‐ Today we did.
‐ All's fair in love and war.
WAYNE: Well, to be fair‐‐
ALL: [mocking] To be fair.
‐ Now, like, to be fair, if there were other dudes there
we would've beat the shit out of them too, so.
‐ The other dudes are here now.
‐ Oh, yeah? ‐ Yeah.
‐ So, those guys are the other dudes?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Oh fuck, eh.
‐ Yeah.
‐ This is bad then. ‐ It's real bad.
‐ We're in trouble then? ROID HEAD: Yeah, you're in big trouble.
‐ Oh, shit. ‐ Oh shit is right.
‐ So, this is what it all comes down to then?
‐ It all comes down to this, amigo.
‐ This is the dagger. ‐ It's the final dagger.
‐ Oh, fuck.
‐ Uh... Exactly.
‐ We're in for it now.
ROID HEAD: Oh, you got no idea, bro.
[exhaling] Let's do this!
‐ Oh no. ‐ Oh yeah.
‐ Well, maybe we should start runnin'.
‐ Oh, maybe you should do somethin'.
‐ 'Cause we're gonna get it!
‐ You're gonna get it alright.
‐ This is terrible.
‐ It's worse than terrible. ‐ I can't believe it.
‐ You better believe it. ‐ This is happening.
‐ Right here. Right now. Come on!
‐ We've never really had it handed to us before,
but I think this mights be it.
‐ Trust me bro. This is it.
‐ So, this is the one? ‐ Yes, it's the big one.
‐ Time's up then. ‐ Time's up alright.
‐ Well, just give us a fucking minute would you?
‐ No, no. No way.
‐ Come on. Please? ‐ Not a chance.
‐ Please!
‐ Nah, forget about it.
‐ This is how the cookie crumbles?
‐ Chips Ahoy, bitch. [laughing]
‐ This is how it all shakes down.
‐ Yeah, shake it. Shake it out, baby!
‐ We're really nots prepared for this.
‐ Well, you shoulda thought of that
before you came stateside fightin' dirty.
‐ Oh, have a heart.
‐ You've come to the wrong place for that, fella.
‐ You know what? If the shoe was on the other foot,
we'd let yous get your affairs sorted first.
‐ Well it isn't.
‐ If I was you, I'd be a lot fucking kinder about it.
‐ Well, guess what, bro? Look at this right here.
You're not me.
‐ Show mercy!
‐ [scoffing] Uh‐uh.
‐ Too late to cry uncle?
‐ It's way too‐‐ much too late.
‐ Made our beds. We gotta lie in 'em.
‐ Just enough talking!
‐ That's it? ‐ Yeah, that's it.
‐ Well, whys do you gets to decide that?
‐ 'Cause I'm in charge.
‐ So, yeah, you're in charge?
‐ Yeah, large and in charge.
‐ You're the boss. ‐ The big boss man.
‐ Tony Danza.
‐ I don't want to go through this again.
‐ Well, you're the boss though.
‐ I know I'm the boss! ‐ So you can end it.
‐ I'm ending it! ‐ That's it, then. It's over.
‐ God damn right it's over. ‐ This is the end.
‐ Just like Jim Morrison says in the song with the‐‐ Fuck!
No more talkin'! ‐ Well, I'm a bit scared.
‐ Well, you should be!
‐ Just 'cause I never fought a balloon animal before.
[all laughing] ‐ Huh?
‐ He said you look like a balloon animal.
You look fuckin' ridiculous!
‐ What? REILLY: Yeah, congratulations, bud.
You know how to use a needle.
‐ You're a fuckin' nurse, bud.
‐ You look like a guy who puts his head through walls at parties.
‐ Like, beside yourself, you think anyone's proud of you?
‐ You like tits so much you got yourself a set, eh?
‐ You're gonna regret this.
‐ I already fuckin' do! My gravy's gone cold.
‐ Oh, yous are in‐‐ ‐ Hold on!
Jill?
Oh, good. I got your name right.
Jill, could I get another side of gravy? Please and thank yous.
‐ Hey! GAIL: I've always wondered if it's true what they say
about the ball shrinking when you take steroids.
‐ Oh, yeah. No, I've heard it's true.
‐ That's what I was told, too.
‐ Why don't you pull 'em out for us? Let's take a look at you.
‐ [gasps] What?
‐ Strip on down and lay on the floor and let's get a good look at you.
‐ The Rock eats 820 pounds of Haddock each year to get as big as he is.
‐ Does he really?
STEWART: Cod, actually. ‐ Does he really?
‐ Hey, ten of us and eight of you!
‐ Oh, are you still here?
[grunting]
[bell ringing]
‐ Who the fuck are you?
‐ We're the US military.
‐ And who the fuck are you?
‐ Canadian Armed Forces.
‐ Cousint'? ‐ Cousint'.
‐ You know these guys?
‐ Who? Matty, Patty and Blaker?
‐ Johnny, Shawny and Jaker?
‐ Yeah, we served together overseas and now
we keep in touch by going to each other's families buck and does
and just getting military grade drunk.
‐ Is that right?
‐ Yeah, I think I speak for all of us when I say
there's really no one closer to us than these boys.
‐ Hm, good enough.
‐ Jaker, love you brother. ‐ Love you, brother.
‐ Real good time at Shawny's brother's buck and buck a couple weeks back.
‐ Shawny's brother's buck and buck was a top fiver, for sure.
‐ Yeah, it's really somehow not shocking how much fatter
and uglier you've gotten since then.
‐ Shawny, love you brother. ‐ Love you, brother.
‐ Nice to finally meet your old man.
‐ He's a real ham 'n egger.
‐ I just hope it's okay I told him you and Johnny routinely share cigarettes.
‐ Matty, I love you brother. ‐ Love you, brother.
‐ We were such a hit at your sisters buck and doe
that she invited us to the wedding.
‐ Yeah. You tear that dance floor a new one, eh?
‐ Oh, yeah, should see how fast it takes her to start
touching my arms when we start talking. God damn.
Could set your watch to it.
‐ Patty, I love you, brother.
‐ Love you, brother. ‐ Just wanna make sure
we're cool after I danced three slow songs
with your sister at Johnny's brother's buck and doe.
‐ Bit tacky when you took your shirt off for the third, Jaker,
but water under the bridge.
‐ Bit aggressive when a gal asks you to slow dance
when you already got your shirt off, for sure.
‐ It was her who asked you then, was it?
‐ That's well documented at this point
but what's important to note
is that I was using alcohol heavily that night
and she wasn't.
‐ That's it! No more talking!
‐ Can I give you a quick heads up first?
‐ [scoffing] On what?
♪ "Hibernation" by Blood on the Wall playing ♪
‐ ♪ You're the inspiration for your parents' recreation ♪
♪ Can you feel all the temptation ♪
♪ From your heart? ♪
♪ We'll take all the blame ♪
♪ Everybody's so deranged ♪
♪ But it's black and blue in our veins ♪
♪ And in our hearts ♪
♪ So, let's ride every night until we die ♪
♪ Why can't I fix the head? ♪
♪ And that just makes me want to quit ♪
♪
♪ I don't like these vibrations ♪
♪ You're a parent's recreation ♪
♪ Can you feel all the temptation ♪
♪ From your heart? ♪
♪ Meet me down the lane ♪
♪ Everybody's gone insane ♪
♪ We're just black and blue in our veins ♪
♪ And in our hearts ♪
♪ So, let's ride every night until we die ♪
♪ Why can't I fix the head? ♪
♪ And everybody's just gonna want to quit ♪
♪ Hibernation ♪
♪ In your heart! [hibernation] ♪
♪ Your hearts, your hearts, your hearts, your hearts ♪
♪ Your hearts, your hearts ♪
♪ Your hearts, your hearts, your hearts, your hearts ♪
♪ Your hearts, your hearts ♪
♪ Your hearts, your hearts, your hearts ♪
♪
[inaudible dialogue]
‐ It's a bit fuckin' awkward, eh, boys?
‐ Just as God intended it, my man.
‐ Take your shirt off, Roald.
‐ I have been waiting so long to hear you say that.
‐ What's your name, bud? ‐ Uh, Roald.
‐ Like Roald Dahl? ‐ Well, actually‐‐
‐ I'm just kidding, I don't give a fuck. [chuckling]
You wanna get some tail tonight?
‐ Do I!
‐ What's your type?
‐ Um, what are your names again?
‐ Johnny. ‐ Shawny.
‐ Jaker. ‐ Matty.
‐ Patty. ‐ Blaker.
‐ There's a bit of my type in all of you.
‐ I'm not tracking.
‐ Ah, he's a gay.
‐ I ought to introduce you to my brother. ‐ He has a brother.
‐ Donny. ‐ Shawny and Donny?
‐ I'm Shawny. My brother's Donny. ‐ I'm Johnny. My sister's gay.
‐ Ah, what's her name? ‐ Lonny.
‐ You're Johnny and she's Lonny?
‐ And I'm Shawny. ‐ And his brother's Donny.
‐ Swear to God, Lonny came out of the closet and just got scissorin'.
‐ Did you know that scissoring isn't actually
as popular with lesbians as people might think? ‐ Fuck.
‐ Well, I don't think Lonny knew that part.
‐ I love the smell of scissoring in the morning.
‐ Scissoring. Oh, fuck!
‐ Hey, Johnny. ‐ Hey, Shawny.
‐ And your brother's Donny?
‐ And Shawny's gay brother is Donny.
‐ Yeah, remember when Donny came out of the closet,
just started smashin' ass?
‐ "Ass" we do.
‐ Just hammerin' ass.
‐ Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots?
‐ Wreck‐It Ralph.
‐ And Lonny went on a bit of a sprint too.
‐ Yeah, hard to picture a snapper
within a ten mile radius that didn't get scissored.
‐ Just scissorin' chicks all hours of the day.
‐ Never seen anything like it.
‐ Scissoring chicks, scissoring chicks that look like dudes.
Think one of those chicks was a dude.
‐ Um‐‐ [clearing throat] Does she have an Instagram or?
‐ Oh, yeah.
‐ Roald.
SHAWNY: Whoa. ‐ Oh, no. Don't click that.
‐ Oh, what is‐‐ Report this.
‐ Hangin' in, Katy cat?
‐ You could say that.
‐ I know that look.
‐ Seen that look once or twice, that's all I know.
‐ Katy's going Scorched Earth.
‐ Say what?
‐ What are the odds I get five shirtless soldiers served up the second I go on the rebound?
‐ Six.
‐ One's her cousint'. ‐ And?
‐ What's the plan?
‐ A bull and his son stand at the top of a hill
looking over a pasture full of cows.
The son goes to his dad, "Dad, let's run down there
and fuck one of those cows." What does the bull say?
‐ Who's the bull? ‐ Katy's the bull.
‐ Katy's a girl. ‐ And?
‐ The bull says, "No son.
Let's walk down there and fuck 'em all."
‐ Yup. You're going Scorched Earth alright.
‐ [snorting] Walk on down there and fuck 'em all, that's what I always say.
‐ Seven Canadians stateside T‐Rex‐ing six rum and cokes.
‐ These are rye and cokes.
‐ Yeah, mine are rye and cokes, too.
‐ Fella had to make another ryes run after yous ordered yours,
so some of these are ryes and cokes and somes of these are rum and cokes.
‐ You think the skids brought any of that cocaine with 'em?
‐ Snooters? ‐ Schneef?
‐ Sniff. ‐ Not across the border.
‐ Not likelys.
‐ Shit. Man needs some fucking nose candy at these sorts of things... Fuck.
‐ So, Rosie's your sweetie, eh? ‐ Yep.
‐ May I say something respectfully?
‐ No.
‐ And Katy's his sister? ‐ Yeah.
‐ With all due respect‐‐ ‐ No.
‐ I kinda feel like Mrs. McMurray's givin' me the eyes.
‐ Yeah? ‐ Is that weird?
‐ No.
‐ Yous mind if I dibs Bonnie?
‐ She's likely already dibs'd one of yous, bud.
‐ I feel like Gail would make a man outta me. ‐ Can confirm.
MATTY: Hm. ‐ Let's get hammered.
‐ Your terms is acceptables.
‐ So, what are yous into?
‐ Fuckin' chuckin' bombs and smashin' moms, bud.
‐ Chuckin' mitts and suckin' tits, buddy.
‐ Suckin' tits?
‐ Suckin' all sorts of tits. Suckin' titty all sorts.
‐ Suckin' asymmetricals. Suckin' side setters.
‐ Suckin' sloppy egg yolkers.
‐ You know that's the governments newest way of gathering information
‐ on you? ‐ Go on.
‐ Government wants to be able to ID you by your teeth. ‐ Huh?
‐ Why don't they just hack your personal dental records?
‐ Government skips the middle man.
‐ What in the actual fuck is this then?
‐ The government gathers facial scans through your iPhone.
‐ Yes? ‐ Huawei will be gathering
retinal scans through your phone eventually.
‐ No.
‐ Why do you think the US wants to keep them out so bad?
‐ All you have to do is look at your phone screen
and they've got you.
‐ Why does the government want dental records?
‐ Was about to tell you but you hijacked the conversation on me a wee bit.
‐ Je suis désolé.
‐ What's say your body gets burnt up in a fire
or a terrorist attack or else gets washed away
by a tsunami and sharks eat you.
‐ This is dark! I love it.
‐ Your teeth are the only way to identify you.
‐ This is true.
‐ Teeth are the hardest and most well protected
structures in the body. They resist decomposition,
high temperatures and are the last to decompose once you're dead.
‐ You don't say.
SHAWNY: No two oral cavities are the same.
They're unique to an individual.
Government wants to be able to ID your teeth
to complete the trifecta.
‐ The triple crown.
‐ The Holy Trinity, face, eyes and teeth.
‐ The government's had your fingerprints for years
through iPhone touch ID. ‐ Fools.
‐ So, what you're saying is the government collects
your dental ID by‐‐
‐ Suckin' a set of east‐wester's?
‐ Every country has male and female spies that go
into enemy territory and sleep with targets.
‐ You mean, take 'em down?
‐ Smash 'em? ‐ Correct. The spies‐‐
‐ Should call 'em operatives.
‐ Spies or operatives work.
‐ If I'm an operative, I don't appreciate being called a spy.
‐ Ain't no fuckin' James Bond.
‐ Fine! Christ!
The operatives fuck the targets
and they extract the information from 'em before,
during, and after sex!
You knew that, right? [grunting]
‐ Fuck as in... fuck?
‐ That's the one, big chief.
‐ Everybody knew that!
It's called Honey Trapping.
‐ Or Honey Potting.
I believe that group of Canadian spies
are called The Romeo Section.
‐ How do you know that?
[both scoffing]
‐ [whispering] The dark web.
‐ Who you gonna dibs?
‐ I don't know. Who are you gonna dibs?
‐ You get first dibs. ‐ I don't want first dibs.
‐ Why don't you want first dibs?
‐ Katy's goin' Scorched Earth.
‐ Okay, so, who gets first dibs?
‐ I already dibs'd. ‐ I already dibs'd‐ish.
‐ Huh? ‐ Dibs'd‐ish?
‐ Ball park dibs. ‐ Anyhoo!
‐ You know, I don't even think dibs are required here.
So many dudes.
‐ [clapping] I say,
we hit the d‐floor and we... air it out.
‐ What do you do when you fall off the horse, Bonnie?
‐ What's that?
‐ You get right back on.
‐ I knew the answer, I just didn't want to‐‐
‐ You just get back on that horse and you just ride it.
‐ Never mind.
‐ Anyone got gum?
‐ Got some in the truck. Hang tight.
‐ Alright, I'll dibs.
My hub‐skin.
I oughta just head over there 'n piss on him
and be done with it.
‐ This music lacks.
ROALD: Everyone seems to be enjoying it, Stewart.
[hissing]
‐ Do y'all know‐‐ ‐ Patty.
‐ Matty. ‐ Blaker.
‐ Johnny. ‐ Shawny.
‐ Jaker. REILLY: So, okay.
So, the target sucks the tit and‐‐ and then what?
‐ What's all this then?
‐ We're just getting down to the nitty gritty here.
‐ Titty gritty. ‐ On whats?
‐ How government operatives get their targets dental IDs
through getting their tits sucked.
‐ I am listening.
‐ So, the target starts sucking the operative's tit, right?
Now, the government's inserted a tiny camera inside
the areola and that camera records a dental ID
of the target while it's sucking the operative's tit.
‐ [scoffing] What if the target isn't into foreplay?
‐ Well then,
the operative would have to encourage foreplay.
She'd have to say something like, "Hey, you. You want to
come over here and just suck on my tits for a little bit?"
‐ How exactly do you think a tit gets sucked, though?
'Cause when I'm suckin' a tit,
I don't have my mouth wide open. Usually.
But, so, like, the camera wouldn't be able to see inside.
‐ How do you do it?
‐ I don't like inhale it or anything.
But it's like, gentle, you know? It's like a...
[slurping]
You know?
‐ So, how would the dental ID get taken if my mouth is closed?
‐ Well, that's another area
where the operative would have to encourage the target.
Like, to get right in there.
‐ How would they do that?
‐ Good question. It's a verbal process.
Like, "Come on, suck my tit.
Open your mouth right up and suck it, baby."
‐ Ugh. That is a lot of responsibility for the operative.
‐ The operative's there because she wants to be. Trust me.
‐ Like, you know, "Wrap your mouth right around my tit.
Hell, bite it."
‐ Whoa, whoa. Bite it, buddy?
‐ No one likes that, bro.
‐ Lots of people like that. Trust me.
‐ How many teeth would the government have to ID
to get, like, a proper dental ID?
Couldn't you just use the eye teeth?
‐ No way. ‐ No?
‐ Nope. Honey Pot spies don't get outta spy school
until they can successfully identify a target's incisors,
canines, and bicuspids through the process
of getting their tit sucked. ‐ Wisdom teeth?
‐ Oh, well, any spy that could get the wisdom teeth done
through that process could get fast‐tracked
through spy school. No question.
‐ Spy might be the better term here actually.
Never heard it called operative school.
‐ Wanna know what?
It's horrifyingly sexist that female spies
have to endure getting cameras inserted
into their areolas and men don't.
‐ Most don't. ‐ What do you means?
‐ Most male spies get the camera up their dink hole.
ALL: [groaning] No.
‐ I might even have one up mine.
‐ I think I might too, Johnny.
‐ You get to a certain rank in the US military
and you just kinda assume that they've shoved a camera up your dink hole.
‐ When?
‐ When you're sleeping or something, I don't know.
‐ Canadian military do this, too?
‐ Fuck no. ‐ Course they do, Blaker.
‐ Jaker, say one more time that one of my Canadian brothers
touched my dick while I was sleeping!
Go ahead and try and tell me that one more time.
‐ Okay, so, the operatives
get cameras inserted [pop] in their dink holes...
[McMurray groaning] And then they just
go around getting blowies, collecting dental ID's?
‐ That's exactly what they do.
‐ I'd sign up for that.
‐ Well, who wouldn't sign up for a blowie for your country?
It's silly not to.
‐ Unpatriotic is what it is.
‐ I'm surprised we're not all signing up right now.
‐ Well, gentlemen, we're a group of drunk hicks,
skids, hockey players, and soldiers with our shirts off
and cameras up our dink‐holes and there's more than
a handful of pretty women out there on that dance floor.
So, let's get some God damn photographs.
‐ [scoffing] This music sucks.
♪ The Manhattans "Shining Star" playing ♪
♪
‐ ♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Honey ♪
♪ You are my shining star ♪
♪ Don't you go away ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Wanna be ♪
♪ Right here where you are ♪
♪ Until my dying day ♪
♪ Yeah baby ♪
♪ So many have tried ♪
♪ Tried to find a love like yours and mine ♪
♪ Mm‐hm ♪
♪ Girl, don't you realize how you hypnotize? ♪
♪ Make me love you more each time ♪
♪ Yeah, baby ♪
♪ Honey, I'll never leave you lonely ♪
♪ To you only ♪
♪ Honey you‐‐ ♪ [record scratching]
♪ M‐Beat "Jungle is Massive" playing ♪
‐ ♪ Jungle is massive, wicked, wicked ♪
♪ Jungle is massive ♪
♪ Wicked, wicked ♪
♪ Junglist massive ♪
♪ Wicked original ♪
♪ Well, big up all the original Junglist massive ♪
♪ The original dancehall Junglist dere ♪
♪ General Levy alongside the M‐Beat ♪
♪ The world is in trouble ah, what we tell dem murderer ♪
♪ It goes I am the incre‐‐ incre‐‐ Incredible General ♪
♪ Sensational what them call me ♪
♪ Incre‐‐ incre‐‐ Incredible Gene‐‐ ♪
♪ Select, selec‐‐ lect ♪
♪ Yo, mad the whole a dem I spin dem like a windmill ♪
♪ New talk fi dem, gwarn tell dem we got the skill ♪
♪ Dance cyan nice unless we name 'pon de bill ♪
♪ And the girls hear we voices like dem dreams get fulfill ♪
♪ Massa menimeni, passa menimeni colda menimeni chill ♪
♪ Idle we nah sekkle we nah ova da hill ♪
♪ Wah de want come see us say us must be sick and must be ill ♪
♪ Test the daddy M‐Beat unnu better go write your will ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy ♪
♪ Have mercy, have mercy ♪
♪ So ya, booyaka booyaka, when the General pass ♪
♪ Booyaka booyaka, M‐Beat run the dance ♪
♪ Booyaka booyaka, we nah take back nah talk ♪
♪ Booyaka booyaka... incredible ♪
♪ Me stylee fi pon de mic general treat the general ♪
♪ Get pon brock inna me style, wicked original ♪
♪ Menimeni brock, menimeni skin, me nah or chat... ♪