Tarantula

Yeah, Benjamin, yeah, Terrorferma Dipset, Eurogang, S.A.S Yeah, packs the pound, back 'em down We clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess sound Yeah, packs the pound, back 'em down We clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess sound Aiiiiyyyy Verse 1 Mega: I know why the flow's tight, my jewelry is so bright That the chain light up the club, call it a strobe light Love to hate me but hate to love me Face it dummy, I'm makin' money (It's all fine) You spittin' for fun, I'm spittin' for funds Act like a prick and get bun Get up and give you the run Mega's a G, I don't need that bling Sayin' that you better than me, that's a idiot ting And I'm sittin' on low pros, you watchin' my Rolls go Spit artic wind, yeah, brother my flow's cold And when will you guys learn I told you it's my turn Scar so smooth de gal dem think it's a sideburn I get it to move, I never will lose Naw gent, for life, yeah that's right, don't g et it confused Rhyme wit' a accent, grind when you stack heads Head gone, zip it up, wind to this bashmess Hook: The tarrantula Time fi di Massive come sing ya (S.A.S.) The tarrantula Don't play with my style I might sting ya (S.A.S.) The tarrantula You waan me inject the bacteria (S.A.S.) We make yuh body gwaan stiff and yuh spine gwaan numb Now come fi get some Verse 2 Mayhem: You can catch May' bunnin' a spliff Spending them funds like he rich Hey, I run with the Dips, gained a 100 of chips So you know I got expensive tastes And ends to waste to change the way the Benz is shaped In fact, we runnin' a pace, bought you with guns on the waist Skank and I'm done in the place Like you got something to say Act tuffy with the Dipset Shower Gang And boy trust me you get duppied in an hour man But F that, back to the dance, watchin' the chicks as they glance Waitin' to take up a chance Uh, to make an advance We're them dudes that rock the ice And if you snooze then you lose, we caught ya wife, a'ight Watch me, I'm so fly, clock how I roll by 95 percent of the time I'm in my mode high More drum and bass, we sampled and fused it To a all-day parade to carnival music Hook Verse 3 S.A.S.: Mega: They don't understand like I'm spittin' another language Mira, I could either spit it in Spanish She like "Papi chulo, you numero uno" The way she shakin' her culo might be gettin' duro You have no prave, wind and panat me Even in the club these chicks wanna menage Sippin' too much Bacardi probably I tell her "Quieren no suave mami" Mayhem: This is for my men dem with accents And my afro-caribbean sisters winding in bashments Foot pon shoulder wit' ya leg high And oh yes, that says high Got me stuck, red-eye My dancehall grinders, poor, young minors Now droppin' banks, poppin' champs, 4-1-9ers And when the wrist gleam my forearms the sickest I always keep it clean like Don Juan the Bishop Bitches Hook