Tarrantula Lyrics

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
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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