Tarrantula

Yeah, Benjamin, yeah, TerrorfermaDipset, Eurogang, S.A.S.Yeah, packs the pound, back 'em downWe clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess soundYeah, packs the pound, back 'em downWe clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess soundAiiiiyyyyVerse 1Mega:I know why the flow's tight, my jewelry is so brightThat the chain light up the club, call it a strobe lightLove to hate me but hate to love meFace it dummy, I'm makin' money (It's all fine)You spittin' for fun, I'm spittin' for fundsAct like a prick and get bunGet up and give you the runMega's a G, I don't need that blingSayin' that you better than me, that's a idiot tingAnd I'm sittin' on low pros, you watchin' my Rolls goSpit artic wind, yeah, brother my flow's coldAnd when will you guys learnI told you it's my turnScar so smooth de gal dem think it's a sideburnI get it to move, I never will loseNaw gent, for life, yeah that's right, don't g et it confusedRhyme wit' a accent, grind when you stack headsHead gone, zip it up, wind to this bashmessHook:The tarrantulaTime fi di Massive come sing ya(S.A.S.)The tarrantulaDon't play with my style I might sting ya(S.A.S.)The tarrantulaYou waan me inject the bacteria(S.A.S.)We make yuh body gwaan stiff and yuh spine gwaan numbNow come fi get someVerse 2Mayhem:You can catch May' bunnin' a spliffSpending them funds like he richHey, I run with the Dips, gained a 100 of chipsSo you know I got expensive tastesAnd ends to waste to change the way the Benz is shapedIn fact, we runnin' a pace, bought you with guns on the waistSkank and I'm done in the placeLike you got something to sayAct tuffy with the Dipset Shower GangAnd boy trust me you get duppied in an hour manBut F that, back to the dance, watchin' the chicks as they glanceWaitin' to take up a chanceUh, to make an advanceWe're them dudes that rock the iceAnd if you snooze then you lose, we caught ya wife, a'ightWatch me, I'm so fly, clock how I roll by95 percent of the time I'm in my mode highMore drum and bass, we sampled and fused itTo a all-day parade to carnival musicHookVerse 3S.A.S.:Mega:They don't understand like I'm spittin' another languageMira, I could either spit it in SpanishShe like "Papi chulo, you numero uno"The way she shakin' her culo might be gettin' duroYou have no prave, wind and panat meEven in the club these chicks wanna menageSippin' too much Bacardi probablyI tell her "Quieren no suave mami"Mayhem:This is for my men dem with accentsAnd my afro-caribbean sisters winding in bashmentsFoot pon shoulder wit' ya leg highAnd oh yes, that says highGot me stuck, red-eyeMy dancehall grinders, poor, young minorsNow droppin' banks, poppin' champs, 4-1-9ersAnd when the wrist gleam my forearms the sickestI always keep it clean like Don Juan the BishopBitchesHook