Nigel
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Nigel
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I was the rudest boy fron Kingston to Spanish town
Me run many a constabulary down to the ground.
Me mother bow her hed 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...
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