Sons of Unjust
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Today is tis, tomorrow is tat
O' pay in tis, I buy in tat
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
Forty million needs, the boss with meat,
Tunameza mate in need, ooh! This is heat
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
What shall I do, the boss a quiz
Nifanye nini sasa, the boss quests.
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! Where we go
Bye! Bye! Bye! Since long ago
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
Guru up loot, tinga high on foot
Uto up a hoot, tis tat not gut
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi, where is Marehemu?
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! Life shot in May
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
Bondeuro is missing, Integrity too a miss
Nifanye nini sasa? No voice but hiss
The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! North Eastern massacre
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! , One forty-seven is gone
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