Nigel (Hepcat)

I was the rudest boy front Kingston to Spanish town Me run many a constabulary down to the ground Me mother bow her he'd in shame when she would mention my name What do I care I'm headed for the Rudeboy Hall of Fame Summer in Jam (Jamaica) Down the streets begin to bubble The wicked sun beats down while jobless youth Just look for trouble This is the Jam Down that the tourist never see In contrast to the dreadful ghetto is the limbo party I've got no time man to sit and to brew This corner is mine 'cause I'm the rudest of the rude The root of the ruthless the rudest of the rude