Cut & Run - Outta Space

Lucifer son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you out of earth! I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race Satan is an evilous man, But him can't chocks it on I-man So when I check him my lassing hand And if him slip, I gaan with him hand I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race Him haffi drop him fork and run Him can't stand up to Jah Jah son Him haffi lef' ya with him gun Dig off with him bomb I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race Satan is a evilous man, But him can't chocks it on I-man So when I check him my lassing hand And if him slip, I gaan with him hand I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race Move ya with your gun Mi sey fe lef' ya with your bomb...