Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tagged Up, artist - Swifty McVay. Date of issue: 13.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tagged Up |
| 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 |