dis rastimon he a nasty mon
he do just what he please
it be easy to preach
when you on a beach
at eighty-eight degrees
rastifarian is’im...is’im...is’im...yeah
dis rastimon he a nasty mon
he make the girls believe
he can walk on fire
so they all desire
be hangin off his sleeve
rastifarian is’im...is’im...is’im...yeah
dis rastidude be a nasty dude
be messin women heads
got him lots of charm
got a gangi farm
growin sidewize inis dreads
rastifarian is’im...is’im...is’im...yeah
he go on the run when constable come
to harvest crop his locks
he chance to shoot it out
but there ain’t no doubt
him look thru bars in a box
rastifarian is’im...is’im...is’im...yeah
Dan Blix
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