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swift - tagged up lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m just an evil -ss n-gga
my game is octane
a ‘caine-sniffin’, night-trained guzzler
pain to that -ss
a m-ss murderer standing in the back of a funeral laughing
stashing burners in the mattress (ha!)
subtracting b-st-rds faster than math cl-sses
red dots are brighter than rashes (blaow!)
the nastiest n-gga to clash with
makin’ n-ggas’ careers crumble like ashes to ashes
dust to dust- i’m disgusting (what!)
a rusty knife-packing motherf-cker 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 scr-t-m, a ho with a tight grip
my d-ck’s fatter than snuffaluff-gus
i strike with the speed of lightning
you’re f-cking with a t-tan
in the python pit, squeezing the f-ck out of my rivals
bibles are held by these distraught males
i jump a n-gga quicker than kriss kross when i’m p-ssed off!
a h-ll-raiser, raising h-ll with a razor
can never buy a home without scaring the neighbor (ha!)
you taggin’ tail or wearing m-ssengill
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 k!ll it real!

[hook]
(when we ready to ride on you)
you gettin’ mashed up (2x)
we ski masked up
(when we kick in the door, n-gga)
you gettin’tagged up (2x)
your feet is tagged up
(i’m surgical with this calico)
you just a sad f-ck
slash the dead duck and they ain’t trying to manhunt

[verse 2]
i run sh-t like a laxative
i turn youngsters into b-st-rd kids
hazardous antics
amok manic depression, i’m a walking panic b-tton
i’ll sn-tch your whole set while you’re auntying up
the only time you talk sh-t is when something is in your cup
but you don’t say nothing when you sober as a b-tton
when i smell blood i gets meaner
i turn hyena and bite the stage off the f-ckin’ arena
i knock out n-ggas hard enough to give ’em seizures
when i confront people, they instantly catch amnesia
i’ve mastered putting n-ggas on breathing treatments
that’s without asthma
i’m a demon-slash-meant to splash s-m-n over your mom’s face
i don’t give a d-mn
heathen, no apparent reason
i’ll erase your whole family while they’re saying grace (blaow!)
this ain’t the matrix; this is real sh-t!
i’m driven off hatred
i take clips, pop the cartridge
and i’m tearing the cartilage off these wannabe hard–ss artisans
i barge into clubs unannounced
smash the bouncer
then smack yo’ b-tch
i’m a n-gga that needs counseling
battery acid flow- charged up
ready to blow n-ggas off of the habitat
i’m an animal
with no extinction, i got five n-ggas that’s equal
a walking sequel coming back with a heat-seeker
i stomp n-ggas deeper than a chinese architect
i make you a believer
i murder in alphabetical order
i slaughter n-ggas, turn ’em into corks
without givin”em chances to pull that burner! f-ck ’em!

[interlude]
f-ck them n-ggas, on!
let’s go ahead and get us these n-ggas!
f-ck ’em! f-ck ’em!

- swift

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