*Punani Poet*

So me bonks ah res'

Ahn me have ah sweet dream,

Di gyal put har head

Pon mi bony ches'

Inna mi rickety bed,

Awoh, di thirdleg she start fi cream

Wooie, me waan scream

Mi start fi bite lip then she lick up ice cream

Outta mi,

Jim screechie!

Oh Me Jah,

Di gyal punani

So tight like ah Congo drum,

Ahn it slimy,

Now me ride she call mi di Punani Professor

Ahn she grip mi wid di designer pumpum,

Soh mi ride it voom voom

Like Kartel...

Caah she clean

Mi ah shoob it in

From skin to within,

We ketchy-chubby all night till she start fi stamma,

Mi ice cream factory waan pop out

Fram mi also start bawl fi mi Mama,

What a bedroom drama...!!!