Shotter, hitter, serial killer
Go-a your funeral and all drink out your liquor
When you are bury we a-stand next to the vicar
Fling on some dirt and make your bury a little quicker
Shouldn't test the youth them in the Tommy Hilfiger
Hug up ya mama, say sorry to ya poppa
All-a get number from your little sister
It true we cold like alaska, freezer
[Chorus]
(black)tarantula,
Time for the massive come sing ya
Black tarantula
Don't play with my style I might sting ya
Black tarantula
You want me inject me bacteria
And when your body goin? stiff
And your spine goin? numb
Now come for get some...
(Time to fix you up something here right now!)
Writer(s): Robert Swire Thompson, Gareth Thomas Mcgrillen, Jonathan Eric Sutter, Dan Stein, Colin Ethelburt Griffith
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