Tagged Up - Swifty McVay

I’m just an evil ass nigga

My game is octane

A 'caine-sniffin', night-trained guzzler

Pain to that ass

A mass murderer standing in the back of a funeral laughing

Stashing burners in the mattress (Ha!)

Subtracting bastards faster than math classes

Red dots are brighter than rashes (Blaow!)

The nastiest nigga to clash with

Makin' niggas' careers crumble like Ashes to Ashes

Dust to dust- I’m disgusting (What!)

A rusty knife-packing motherfucker that’ll chug your guts

I’m a walking illegal substance

Doper than the fields of Colombia

I’ll pop your seed

With no remorse, I stop 'em from living comfortably

Voluptuous scrotum, a ho with a tight grip

My dick’s fatter than Snuffaluffagus

I strike with the speed of lightning

You’re fucking with a titan

In the python pit, squeezing the fuck out of my rivals

Bibles are held by these distraught males

I jump a nigga quicker than Kriss Kross when I’m pissed off!

A hell-raiser, raising hell with a razor

Can never buy a home without scaring the neighbor (Ha!)

You taggin' tail or wearing Massengill

When I lift the steel, you be runnin' to tabernacles

And when the blood spills, you’ll be roommatin' with the daffodills

This hammer will attract this neener

And I’mma kill it real!

(When we ready to ride on you)

You gettin' mashed up (2x)

We ski masked up

(When we kick in the door, nigga)

You gettin’tagged up (2x)

Your feet is tagged up

(I'm surgical with this Calico)

You just a sad fuck

Slash the dead duck and they ain’t trying to manhunt

I run shit like a laxative

I turn youngsters into bastard kids

Hazardous antics

Amok manic depression, I’m a walking panic button

I’ll snatch your whole set while you’re auntying up

The only time you talk shit is when something is in your cup

But you don’t say nothing when you sober as a button

When I smell blood I gets meaner

I turn hyena and bite the stage off the fuckin' arena

I knock out niggas hard enough to give 'em seizures

When I confront people, they instantly catch amnesia

I’ve mastered putting niggas on breathing treatments

That’s without asthma

I’m a demon-slash-meant to splash semen over your Mom’s face

I don’t give a damn

Heathen, no apparent reason

I’ll erase your whole family while they’re saying grace (Blaow!)

This ain’t the Matrix;

this is real shit!

I’m driven off hatred

I take clips, pop the cartridge

And I’m tearing the cartilage off these wannabe hard-ass artisans

I barge into clubs unannounced

Smash the bouncer

Then smack yo' bitch

I’m a nigga that needs counseling

Battery acid flow- charged up

Ready to blow niggas off of the habitat

I’m an animal

With no extinction, I got five niggas that’s equal

A walking sequel coming back with a heat-seeker

I stomp niggas deeper than a Chinese architect

I make you a believer

I murder in alphabetical order

I slaughter niggas, turn 'em into corks

Without givin''em chances to pull that burner!

Fuck 'em!

Fuck them niggas, On!

Let’s go ahead and get us these niggas!

Fuck 'em!

Fuck 'em!

(When we ready to ride on you)

You gettin' mashed up (2x)

We ski masked up

(When we kick in the door, nigga)

You gettin’tagged up (2x)

Your feet is tagged up

(I'm surgical with this Calico)

You just a sad fuck

Slash the dead duck and they ain’t trying to manhunt

(I'm surgical with this Calico)

You just a sad fuck

Slash the dead duck and they ain’t trying to manhunt