Lyrics Tagged Up - Swifty McVay

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