Shawn Storm’s kicking down the studio door like a zombie raid on a fake don’s yard, unleashing “Who Dat” on December 10 via his independent grind—a Masicka diss so savage it turns the Gold Finga into a woolly punchline, questioning if that crown’s just borrowed from the sheep pen.
This three-minute haymaker is Storm at his grimiest: trap-laced dancehall with 808s that thud like body blows, skittering hi-hats mimicking fleeing frauds, and that relentless patois flow twisting threats into nursery rhymes gone nightmare. Self-produced in his Kingston hideout, it’s got ad-libs (“Gun, gun, beat, repeat”) popping like chamber rounds, no chorus fluff—just bars burying Masicka’s cred under lines about never murdering a bird, sucking up to killers for scraps, and waking up to demons in your own backyard.
Thematically, it’s a fraud autopsy: peeling back the poser skin to reveal a “bumbe flat” boss who rates Gaza but can’t walk the walk, flipping Masicka’s “Revelation” jabs (that Tommy Lee Sparta roast from December 1) into a broader war cry. Storm ain’t just siding with Sparta; he’s calling shotgun, declaring no more Vybz Kartel covers from pretenders while loading up on “rask, lat, and a pananak.” Dropped straight to YouTube, it’s already at 60K views, with TikTok duets turning “Who dat a boh, goat (sheep)” into the ultimate sheep-herding meme.
No album tether here—this standalone scorcher rides the wave of dancehall’s hottest beef since Kartel’s World Boss era, where Masicka’s been trading haymakers with Sparta (“No Love,” “Crown Clown”) and now Storm, the Portmore Empire vet who’s always thrived on the fringes. It echoes his own vault classics like “Money Team” disses, but feels sharper, timed as Masicka preps Her Name Is Love (out Dec. 19, all lover-boy switch-up). Fans on X are split: Gaza loyalists calling it cap, while 1Side stans crown Storm the equalizer, flooding comments with “zombie season” fire emojis.
Storm’s at that unbreakable stride, 35 and battle-tested after platinum plaques on “Life Is Real” and that 2024 Sting clash that lit festivals ablaze. The Montego Bay menace who turned street scraps into streaming gold is evolving too—less party anthems, more precision strikes—reminding the throne’s crowded, but frauds get exposed quick.
Dive into the Who Dat lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Shawn Storm tracks for more of his unfiltered dancehall warfare.
| Lead Vocals | Shawn Storm |
| Songwriter | Shawn Storm |
| Music Producer | [TBA] |
| Label | Shawn Storm |
| Release Date | November 10, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Shawn Storm |
Lyrics of Who Dat by Shawn Storm
To Some Boy, Dog
The Boy Know What I Do
Butty Boy
Gun, Gun, Beat, Repeat, Ma Seeker
Razz Them Boy, They Eat A Shit
If You Ever Sing Another Car, Tell Song From Speaker
Hey, Boy, Me No Walk, Dog
Walk, Boy, Lifeless Body To The Mark
Full, Full, Ma Seeker, No Bad, You Are Fraud
Run From All Ca Fish, Now You Are In War
With The Zombie, Must Be Fucking Retard
He Planned Couple Zombie Right In Your Yard
As You Wake Up With Your Eyes Behind Your Lads
You’re Seeing A Couple Of Demon, Left You On The Tar
Boy, Make Every Song, You Sing, Boy, Your Bud
You’re Not Jogging, But You’re Not A Job
Not A Bot, You’re Not A Boss, Not A Gue
Never Get A Cup Of Day From Your Band
You Can’t Trick The Killer Them From
Don’t Bring For Them, Bo, Murderer
You Never Murder Nobody
You Never Even Want To Figure Bird Of Nobody
They Might Kill You Earlier On, Fatally, Superbly
No, But Mind, Time To Kill You Verbally
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Bumbe Flat
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Who Dat A Boh, Goat
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Bumbe Flat
From Them I’m Not Going To Say Anything, I Load Up
Rask, Lat, And A Pananak
Clap The Mask It A One Time, One A Drop
Every Crocodile Teeth Kill, Another
So Any Other Crocodile, A Must
Those Are Crocodile, Those Are Crocodile
Those Are Crocodile For Me Because Of Blood And Oil
Those Are Crocodile, Those Are Crocodile
My Mouth Got Them Blocked
Masquita, You Tell Me You Rate The G, Rate The G
So Me Know You’re Fair For Real, Fair For Real
Should I Never Call Me Name Now, You Suck
Pussy Mode, Max, Use It For Stay Free
For Free, For Free
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Bumbe Flat
Who Dat A Boh, Goat (Sheep)
Who Dat A Boh, Goat
Who A Call Himself Got (Sheep)
Me No Walk Dog
Walk Boy, Lifeless Body To The Mog
Full, Full, Master Can No Ban You A Fraud
Run From All Ca Fish Now, You’re On War
With The Zombie, Must Be Fucking Retarded
Plan Up A Zombie Right To Your Yard
As You Wake Up With Your Eyes, Find Your Love
So Say Not, Couple Demon, Left You On The Tar
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