96 Bars

[Intro] Huh, Memzee I had to do it I'm gonna give a R.I.P in advance to a lot of artists Huh, you know it's War God For days Yo, who dem ah ramp wit'? Huh [Verse] I rate Wiley, I rate Skepta (Yeah) I rate JME and dem man I'm from Hackney, and I don't know anyone who rates Chipmunk in Tottenham (Nah) I'm on one, I'ma show you How to kill a artist wid one song Heard you tryna kill Bugzy ten times, and there's still no dead man (None) It's war time, I'm War God (War) Watch me do my damn job I'll kill Dappy, 'bout "Na-na-nai" I'll push my gun in your (E-e-eye) Tell Jammer, I'll kill dem Pay me, I'll kill dem I'm not Big H, but I got a real AK rifle ready to drill dem (Huh) Tell Kano, no friend ting And the Benz advert can't save him (Nah) Since "P's and Q's", your music career has been on a total dead ting (Dead) Tell Ghetts I'm ghetto (Ghetto) And your friend Devlin can't help you (Nah) I'm psycho and mental (Sick) You don't want no beef, just sekkle (Sekkle) Ask Flamezee, I'm crazy And Syndicate stay strapped daily Mi kill Stylo and Reddman And Gappy and Fowlie (Huh) You know me, you know me But you don't really know me (Nah) I'm hungry, and these artists are lookin' like macaroni (At dem) I know you're thinkin', "That's Tuggawar, everybody do the surf" (Do the surf) But I'm thinkin' to kill dem and put dem in the earth (Duppy dem) You know my name is Tuggawar And you know that I love a war (A million) I'm on road if you wanna find me (Yeah) You got a problem? Holla at me (Holla) But don't take me lightly (Don't do it) I'll do it, like Nike (Heh) Put the Glack in your face and mash up the place, I'm old school like a jungle trap bass But I'm still young, I'll get you bun Mind when you chat to my face I'm a MC killer, artist killer, and I roll wid a lot of killers (I do) Don't F with me, 'cause I got hungry dargs ready to nyam your dinner (Nyang) I'm more than that guy that you thought I was (Ha) High grade weed, I don't do drugs (Nah) I'm a legend, worldwide artist Ask Vybz Kartel and just ask Stone Love Now which likkle fool wanna test me? I got a temper, not Tinie Not Tinchy, not Stryder War God, no ghostwriter Diss me, blood ah run like cider I'm Hackney, I'm a fighter I got more bars than you And I got more bars than you (For days) I got more arms than you And I've won more wars than you (Huh) Now this is something new I know that you don't have a clue (No clue) I'll light up my weed and kill these MCs while I'm smokin' a zoot (Huh) I get high when I kill dem I'm wavy, I'll kill dem (Dead) I don't agree with child abuse, but I'll beat dem like my children (Nyaa) Call me daddy, half Greek, half Paddy (Yeah) I'ma teach these wannabes how to MC and shoot like Dirty Harry (Bap, bap, bap, bap) Ha, feelings, dem ah carry (Yeah) Draw what? The girl that they marry (Ha) I'm ruthless, I'm a savage (Savage) And I'll do so much damage (Damage) Pass the red wine, pass the Rizla And the high grade green like cabbage War God at dem Watch me clap dem (At dem) I hear dem yappin' (Yappin') But I'm not actin' (Nah) Call me the captain Now, fool, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?) I'm the warrin' champion War God like gargon (Yeah) Kill dem till the tune's done Your career be soon done (Over) I'ma make your crew run Diss me, you won't live long [Outro] For days Dun the whole friggin' argument War God at dem Yo, Tugg Movements, Syndicate Time to put some of these artists in their place And remind them who I be You forgot me? Huh You forgot who I be I'm the War God in England There's no artist in the UK that can clash me Jammer, send the money for Lord of the Mics Mi kill everyting, dead