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