When you got a tough, bossy attitude along with insults and throwing shade, but it ain’t a badthing!
Duncan: No-go, it’s dud!
Jo: Way to pick the wrong key, Dud-can!
Duncan: Ha, good one!
Jo: Thanks?
Jo at the confessionals: Wow! Someone who finally appreciates my killer zingers!
The king of the house, the true killer and a real nigga indeed. Quite contrary at times but so gully that no one can stop thy. True killabees usually have a severe addiction to sunglasses and don’t wear trousers correctly (because it reduces their street cred)
Standing on a beach With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But hear no sound
I'm alive
I'm dead I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
I can turn and walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing I'm alive
I'm dead I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
Feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes of
The dead man on the beach
The dead man
On the beach
I'm alive
I'm dead I'm the stranger
Killing an arab