Nigel

I was the rudest boy

From Kingston to Spanish town

Me run many a constabulary

Down to the ground.



Me mother bow her head 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