Trinny Woodall (born Sarah-Jane Woodall; 8 February 1964[dead link] in Marylebone, London) is an English fashion advisor and designer, television presenter and author. She was raised in a wealthy family and was privately educated. After ten years working in marketing – and battling alcoholism – Woodall met Susannah Constantine in 1994, whom she joined to write a weekly fashion column for The Daily Telegraph. This led to the launch of their own internet fashion-advice business and the release of their first fashion-advice book, both of which ventures ended in failure.
They were then commissioned by the BBC to host What Not to Wear in 2001. The following year Woodall and Constantine released their second book, What Not to Wear, which gained them a British Book Award and sold over 670,000 copies. The pair co-wrote many fashion advice books, several of which became bestsellers in the United Kingdom and the United States, and have now sold over 2.5 million copies worldwide.
After co-hosting What Not to Wear for five series and appearing on The Oprah Winfrey Show as style and make-over advisors, Woodall and Constantine moved to ITV to host Trinny & Susannah Undress... in 2006, and Undress the Nation. After becoming the faces of Littlewoods Direct, they released their own Littlewoods clothing range and latest fashion advice book, The Body Shape Bible, in 2007.
Trinny Woodall and Susannah Constantine are two British fashion advisors, presenters and authors. They originally joined to write a weekly style column in The Daily Telegraph which lasted for seven years, but they are best known for presenting the BBC television series What Not to Wear for five series and then Trinny & Susannah Undress... on ITV. They have written several fashion advice books which have become bestsellers in Britain and America, and released their own clothing and underwear ranges. Trinny and Susannah have also appeared on The Oprah Winfrey Show as makeover experts. They are estimated to be jointly worth £10 million. Over the course of their career, Woodall and Constantine have dressed over 5,000 women.
Trinny Woodall and Susannah Constantine teamed up in 1994 to write Ready to Wear, a weekly style guide for the Daily Telegraph which ran for seven years. They had previously met at a dinner party hosted by David, Viscount Linley but did not actually like each other at first. They both perceived each other in negative ways: Woodall looked upon Constantine as if she was a stuck-up English aristocrat and Constantine saw Woodall as 'Eurotrash'.
Alan Fred Titchmarsh,MBE DL (born 2 May 1949) is an English gardener, broadcaster and novelist. After working as a professional gardener and a gardening journalist, he established himself as a media personality through appearances on gardening programmes. More recently he has developed a diverse writing and broadcasting career.
Titchmarsh was born in Ilkley, West Riding of Yorkshire, England, the son of Bessie (née Hardisty), a textile mill worker, and Alan Fred Titchmarsh, Sr., a plumber. After leaving school aged 15, Titchmarsh went to work as an apprentice gardener with Ilkley Council in 1964, before leaving, in 1968 aged 18, for Shipley Art and Technology Institute (now Shipley College) to study for a City and Guilds in horticulture. Titchmarsh was a close family friend of Tom Kerridge, who went on to become his gardening advisor on shows such as Ground Force.
Titchmarsh went on to study at Hertfordshire College of Agriculture and Horticulture for the National Certificate in Horticulture, before finally moving to the renowned Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew to study for a Diploma in Horticulture. After graduating, he stayed on at Kew, being employed as a supervisor and latterly a staff trainer, leaving to pursue a career in gardening journalism in 1974.[citation needed]
Susannah Caroline Constantine (born 3 June 1962) is an English fashion journalist, advisor, television presenter, author and designer. Her second book, entitled What Not to Wear, has won her a prestigious British Book Award and sold 670,000 copies.
Constantine was born into a wealthy family; her father was successful in property and shipping sectors. She was privately educated as a child and went on to date British royalty, David, Viscount Linley, during the 1980s. Constantine has been involved in fashion for a long period, originally working in America for Giorgio Armani and then John Galliano in London. She met Trinny Woodall in 1994 who both proceeded to write a weekly fashion column, Ready to Wear. They founded Ready2shop.com, a dot-com fashion advice business, and wrote their first fashion advice book in 2000, Ready 2 Dress, both of which failed. From there they were commissioned to BBC Two to host the style series, What Not to Wear, from 2001 to 2005. She made regular appearances as a style advisor on The Oprah Winfrey Show and following her success on the shows, she went on to co-host Trinny & Susannah Undress... on ITV in 2006 and Undress the Nation in 2007. Constantine and Woodall have now dressed over 5,000 women.
Charles Saatchi (born 9 June 1943) is the co-founder with his brother Maurice of the global advertising agency Saatchi & Saatchi, and led that business – the world's largest advertising agency in the 1980s – until they were forced out in 1995. In the same year the Saatchi brothers formed a new agency called M&C Saatchi. Charles is also known worldwide as an art collector and owner of the Saatchi Gallery, and in particular for his sponsorship of the Young British Artists (YBAs), including Damien Hirst and Tracey Emin.
Charles Saatchi is the second of four sons born to Nathan Saatchi and Daisy Ezer, a wealthy Iraqi Jewish family in Baghdad, Iraq. The name "Saatchi" means "Watchmaker", "Watch-seller", "Watch-repairer" in Iraqi Arabic,Persian and Turkish. Charles' brothers are David (born 1937), Maurice Nathan (born 1946) and Philip (born 1953). Nathan was a successful textile merchant and in 1947, he pre-empted a flight that tens of thousands of Iraqi Jews would soon make to avoid persecution and relocated his family to Finchley, London. Nathan purchased two textile mills in north London and after a time re-built a thriving business. Eventually the family would settle into a house with eight bedrooms on Hampstead Lane in Highgate.
I don't want to fight
Every single night
Everything I want is in your eyes
You and me go back
To places I don't know to care
The spoils of all I got were left for scraps
Don't let me say this
But you're no worse than me
It's crazy
We are the real
If real ever was
And just because
We are the real
They feel we have enough
We are the real
'Cause someone gave us up
I want to be there when you're happy
I want to love you when you're sad
Can't stand the morning rain?
Get out I'll take your place then
Can't stand the blazing sun?
Then close your eyes you'll see
The angel dust
I don't want to be
Anything believed
A million watts of sound can't compare
Come along you'll see the world
The pulse ripples, the crowd unfurls
The current starts to flow and then you're on
Oh it's white hot soul they want
To sing for
We are the real
If real ever was
And just because
We are the ruin
Of every living soul
We are surreal
Cause someone gave us up
Don't break the oath
I want to love you when you're happy
Don't break this oath
I want to be there when you're sad
Freeze-frame the pouring rain
We are the real
As real as any ghost
So easy now
We are the real
In ever living soul
Oh don't they know?
Can't stand the blazing sun?
Can't stand the morning rain?
Oh get out I'll take your place again
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone at all
If it's a white hot soul they want
Vous avez appris la danse, danse, vous avez appris les pas.
Redonnez-moi la cadence, dence et venez danser avec moi.
Ne me laissez pas la danse, danse, pas la danser comme ça.
Venez m'apprendre la danse, danse et la danser avec moi.
Vous savez la tarentelle, telle qu'on la dansait autrefois.
Moi je vous montrerai celle, celle que, demain, l'on dansera.
Si vous donnez la cadence, dence, moi je vous donne le "la".
Je vous l'apprendrai là dans ce, dans ce, dans ce joli petit bois.
Et si vous aimez ma danse, danse, et si vous aimez mon pas
On pourra danser, je pense, pense aussi longtemps qu'on voudra
Mais ne me laissez pas là dans ce, dans ce, pas là dans cet état-là.
Ne pensez-vous qu'à la danse, danse dans ce joli petit bois ?
Quand le feuillage est si dense, dense, quand le soleil est si bas,
Que voulez-vous que l'on danse, danse dans les jolis petits bois ?
Quand votre robe s'élance, lance, moi, j'ai le cœur en éclats.
Si vous perdez la cadence, dence, serrez-vous bien dans mes bras.
Et s'il arrive que même, même tout doucement, dans le bois
J'aille vous dire je t'aime, t'aime, et si le bonheur était là
Pour nous donner la cadence, dence, pour nous donner le "la"
Et pour que tout recommence, mence à tout petits tout petits pas ?
Vous avez appris la danse, danse, vous avez appris les pas
Pour qu'on vous aime et je pense, pense que je vous aime déjà.
C'est là que finit la danse, danse, là dans l'ombre des bois
Mais notre amour qui commence, mence, jamais ne s'arrêtera.
C'est là que finit la danse, danse, là dans l'ombre des bois
Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
High debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do
Either keep up or you can't, can't
Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang
I ain't come here for no dumb shit
You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick
When it's finished over and done with
I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch
I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much
I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough
See me losin' fuck the big butt women
Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front 'cause TV's runnin'
Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it
I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'
'Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin'
Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to
Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the south
So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out
I make yo' momma sake a tell feather
Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, 'cause you know I make him feel great
Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on
While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song
I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off
Before you knows [Incomprehensible] 1:40
I give it to him and this bitch can't handle
Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of 8th street kicks Indiana
No callin' me big bucks no wammies
This year I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it
Heads up high enough so you can move
Rank CEO slash rapper, slash fool
Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to
I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of [Incomprehensible] 2:21
Ever the vesent [Incomprehensible] 2:24 come get me
Grammy nominated, especially
The soul train award winner, call me black elvis Presly
You probably [Incomprehensible] 2:30 but you see me on
Either 106 and Park, Queen Latifah, Chris rock, or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildin's, chop down trees
I kick so fuckin' hard they say, "You Japanese"
I'm up in the minute because of what I invent
Look at your over there with your seatbelt
Like I'm [Incomprehensible] 2:44
A.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista'
They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on
These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my fuckin' last song
Bitch walk like a balberin', tall dark and cut
Now keep your fuckin' hoes down
Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to
Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to
South and west come together
However, we plan doing this shit quite clever
My nigga mystikal, it's ya boy butch cass'
And we put a foot off in they ass let's have a blast
They'd been gone for so damn long
I'd nearly forgotten that they could be near
They fly high and so far gone
You can hear them but they seldom appear
And they live, live on a mountain
And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
And the clouds grinding around them
Created a terrible roar
Fine glass book, their pages newly amended
And planted in steam.
Witchcraft spoons breed rhinestone radioactive
Bull frogs in antique magnetic cream
And they live, live on a mountain
And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
And the clouds grinding around them
Created a terrible roar
High I.Q. brand rhinestone carnival barking pumpkins
That walk without feet
Low-rent hunchback elves sell sweets to the children
That play by the street
And they live, live on a mountain
And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
And the clouds grinding around them
Created a terrible roar
And they live, live on a mountain
And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
And the clouds grinding around them
Marianne was a good girl
The daughter of Professor Jones
One fateful day during a walk through the jungle
She fell into the catacombes
Now it's dark and damp
And she's without a lamp
Will the Professor hear his daughter's cry?
Little does he know she's fallen into the pit
Of the beast with sixteen eyes
[Chorus]
Professor Jones
He did not know
Professor Jones
He did not know
Where was his daughter?
Where did she go?
She's fallen to the beast of the webby hole
Tarantula! [x5]
With giant fangs
And eight hairy legs
The monster lives in an underground maze
Beneath the carpet of the Amazon jungle
It lies and waits for helpless prey
Now Professor Jones
Knew the legend of the monster
He found the mouth of the webby hole
Armed to the teeth he ventured forth
If he'd live or die he did not know
[Chorus]
Marianne was a good girl
The daughter of Professor Jones
One fateful day during a walk through the jungle
She fell into the catacombes
Now it's dark and damp
And she's without a lamp
Will the Professor hear his daughter's cry?
Little does he know she's fallen into the pit
Of the beast with sixteen eyes
(Chorus)
Professor Jones
He did not know
Professor Jones
He did not know
Where was his daughter?
Where did she go?
She's fallen to the beast of the webby hole
Tarantula!(x5)With giant fangs
And eight hairy legs
The monster lives in an underground maze
Beneath the carpet of the Amazon jungle
It lies and waits for helpless prey
Now Professor Jones
Knew the legend of the monster
He found the mouth of the webby hole
Armed to the teeth he ventured forth
If he'd live or die he did not know
(Chorus)
Tarantula, Tarantula, Tarantula...
I met a woman down in Mexico
Sweet as sugar with a heart made of stone
We drank tequila by the light of the moon
I didn't know that she would be my ruin
She said she knew about the voodoo ways
And could make me love her till the end of my days
She lit a candle then she took my hand
And in the street I heard the mariachi band
She tried to say she was the last of her kind
She started to change I nearly lost my mind
When she said that I'd be her honeybee
I realized she had put a spell on me
I looked around and my eyes grew wider then
I realized I was inside her spider den
Caught in her web I never had a chance
When she did her tarantula dance
You say its too fantastic that it cannot be true
But I say that can happen and it can happen to you
One minute you'll be thinking that everything's fine
The next thing you know well you're there with your
heart on the line
There she goes
There in the moonlight
Under the stars
Tarantula
Throughout the night I heard her call my name
Me like the moth drawn to the falme
Me in her spell with her magic ways
She made the minutes stretch into days
Me with her there and her lips on mine
I felt our bodies then our souls entwine
I tried to run but I never had a chance
When she did her tarantula dance
When I awoke she had slipped away
I haven't seen her since that day
And now I search every where I go
For that young woman from down in Mexico
I hear stories and the tales they tell
Of a girl who breaks hearts with magic spells
They say she uses potions and evil chants
These are recording, recording, recording
Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets
I sleep next to the precepts you hold most dear
Your heart is in my province hour upon hour
I shiver when you feel the cold
Everything you say I hear
Like a bomb and it's fuse
We bring bright light
But I could be a Devil to you
I could bite like a Tarantula
Right through the skin
And leave my poison dream
Deliciously unsuspecting
Protecting you from all harm
Except perhaps from reasons
From reasons
Tránsito reumático tarántula voraz suspéndenos
entre tus sueños de pez
Rascas la madera hasta brotarte la humedad
parasitándote la piel
Tránsito reumático tarántula voraz sumérgenos
entre tus redes de sal
Rascas la madera hasta brotarte la humedad
parasitándote la piel
Y en cuanto tu respires romperemos el cristal
Tarántulas en coma con la Tierra
Y en cuanto tu respires cruzaremos el umbral
oooh ohoh
Tránsito reumático tarántula voraz suspéndenos
entre tus sueños de pez
Rascas la madera hasta brotarte la humedad
parasitándote la piel
Y en cuanto tu respires romperemos el cristal
Tarántulas en coma con la Tierra
Y en cuanto tu respires cruzaremos el umbral
Tarántulas en coma con la Tierra
Y en cuanto tu respires romperemos el cristal
Tarántulas en coma con la Tierra
Y en cuanto tu respires cruzaremos el umbral
Tarántulas en coma con la Tierra
oHH Ohh oHH Ohh oHH
Tarántula (x 7)
You and I are are two of a kind
Two restless spirits of the same mind
We know the risks and yet we stay
We're brave or crazy or stubborn that way
You live your life
In the shadow of a whirlwind
It might just come back again
I'll hold on to you
You hold on to me
And we'll stand our ground on Tornado Alley
The old ones talk about the one in '43
It blew through town unexpectedly
A little girl was found cryin' down by the mill run
And to this day nobody knows where she came from
You live your life
In the shadow of a whirlwind
It might just come back again
I'll hold on to you
You hold on to me
And we'll stand our ground on Tornado Alley
Now everyone's got some story of narrow escape
Won by luck, fate or grace
You can run for cover, but you cannot hide
The only safe place is the one that you hold inside
It's a misfit, a wild card, it's living in your backyard
It hears no voice but its ownYou live your life
In the shadow of a whirlwind
It might just come back again
I'll hold on to you
You hold on to me
And we'll stand our ground on Tornado Alley
There's just some things you just can't tame
Sex and death, i've got both perfected.
The way you dress, it's what i-i invented.
I've got what you want,
You've got lots of 'tude.
Don't speak back to me;
I find it very rude.
Easy-bake heartache.
You don't have a clue cos you've got nothing on me boy.
ah ah ah-ah ah ah-ah ah ah etc,
I'll change it up just to throw you off,
before we met you still believed in god.
How the fuck do you get by without your own,
Blad tarantula,
Time for the massive come sing ya,
Blad tarantula,
Don't play with my style I might sting ya,
Blad tarantula,
You want me inject me bacteria,
And if ya body goin' stiff,
And your spine goin' numb,
Now come for get some...
Time to fix you up something here right now...
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 you mama, say sorry to you papa,
All a get number for the little sister
I met a woman down in Mexico
Sweet as sugar with a heart made of stone
We drank tequila by the light of the moon
I didn't know that she would be my ruin
She said she knew about the voodoo ways
And could make me love her till the end of my days
She lit a candle then she took my hand
And in the street I heard the mariachi band
She tried to say she was the last of her kind
She started to change I nearly lost my mind
When she said that I€™d be her honeybee
I realized she had put a spell on me
I looked around and my eyes grew wider then
I realized I was inside her spider den
Caught in her web I never had a chance
When she did her tarantula dance
You say its too fantastic that it cannot be true
But I say that can happen and it can happen to you
One minute you'll be thinking that everything's fine
The next thing you know well you're there with your heart on the line
There she goes
There in the moonlight
Under the stars
Tarantula
Throughout the night I heard her call my name
Me like the moth drawn to the falme
Me in her spell with her magic ways
She made the minutes stretch into days
Me with her there and her lips on mine
I felt our bodies then our souls entwine
I tried to run but I never had a chance
When she did her tarantula dance
When I awoke she had slipped away
I haven't seen her since that day
And now I search every where I go
For that young woman from down in Mexico
I hear stories and the tales they tell
Of a girl who breaks hearts with magic spells
They say she uses potions and evil chants
But I know it's just her tarantula dance
I'm living but I'm feeling numb.
Can see it in my stare.
I wear a mask so falsely numb and I don't know who I am.
Despite the worlds inside of me thwarting me away.
I've noticed in other eyes, time's closing in.
But when the thunder breaks it breaks for you and me.
Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula.
The future's looking rather grim.
Strange black tide.
Decisions lie with stupid men.
alone with my life.
That choking and the hype in me expecting me to fall.
But only if I'm threatened will the tables turn.
But when the thunder breaks it breaks for you and me.
Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula
My world's under a sentence of death, I was born underground.
You would not believe what I saw
One hundred million faces
Screaming at me from behind a wall
They cut the wire, those bastards.
It wasn't enough to bleed and never enough
To lure you down the corridor
Yeah, my room's right at the end.
Set to expel, and I was
A steady increase, yes I was
And I'm getting ready to return it to you.
And now I'm so far gone
Just thinking about it.
I haven't changed my mind
So forget about it.
I'm unafraid of those approaching dogs
Yeah, fuck them I'm five times their size
Cut off the balls, gauge out the eyes
Turn down the sound and adjust the lighting.
I don't have enough to feed you and
Your mouth full of uncertainty
The image that I'm left with
Is both pleasing and confusing.
I will put up a fight and I will end up forgetting
To return it to you.
Now I'm so far gone
Just thinking about it
I haven't changed my mind
Yeah, forget about it.
It is not enough to beat
No not enough to warrant you breaking my bones
I said I'm so far gone
Just forget about it.
Be kind. rewind.
You'll get a fine.
I'm getting ready to return it to you.
Now I'm so far gone
Just thinking about it
You haven't changed my mind
Yeah, forget about it.
It is not enough to beat
No not enough to warrant you breaking my bones
Now I'm so far gone
You would not believe what I saw
One hundred million faces
Screaming at me from behind a wall
They cut the wire, those bastards.
It wasn't enough to bleed and never enough
To lure you down the corridor
Yeah, my room's right at the end.
Set to expel, and I was
A steady increase, yes I was
And I'm getting ready to return it to you.
And now I'm so far gone
Just thinking about it.
I haven't changed my mind
So forget about it.
I'm unafraid of those approaching dogs
Yeah, fuck them I'm five times their size
Cut off the balls, gauge out the eyes
Turn down the sound and adjust the lighting.
I don't have enough to feed you and
Your mouth full of uncertainty
The image that I'm left with
Is both pleasing and confusing.
I will put up a fight and I will end up forgetting
To return it to you.
Now I'm so far gone
Just thinking about it
I haven't changed my mind
Yeah, forget about it.
It is not enough to beat
No not enough to warrant you breaking my bones
I said I'm so far gone
Just forget about it.
Be kind. rewind.
You'll get a fine.
I'm getting ready to return it to you.
Now I'm so far gone
Just thinking about it
You haven't changed my mind
Yeah, forget about it.
It is not enough to beat
No not enough to warrant you breaking my bones
Now I'm so far gone
Just forget about it.
I met a woman down in Mexico
Sweet as sugar with a heart made of stone
We drank tequila by the light of the moon
I didn't know that she would be my ruin
She said she knew about the voodoo ways
And could make me love her till the end of my days
She lit a candle then she took my hand
And in the street I heard the mariachi band
She tried to say she was the last of her kind
She started to change I nearly lost my mind
When she said that I'd be her honeybee
I realized she had put a spell on me
I looked around and my eyes grew wider then
I realized I was inside her spider den
Caught in her web I never had a chance
When she did her tarantula dance
You say its too fantastic that it cannot be true
But I say that can happen and it can happen to you
One minute you'll be thinking that everything's fine
The next thing you know well you're there with your heart on the line
There she goes
There in the moonlight
Under the stars
Tarantula
Throughout the night I heard her call my name
Me like the moth drawn to the falme
Me in her spell with her magic ways
She made the minutes stretch into days
Me with her there and her lips on mine
I felt our bodies then our souls entwine
I tried to run but I never had a chance
When she did her tarantula dance
When I awoke she had slipped away
I haven't seen her since that day
And now I search every where I go
For that young woman from down in Mexico
I hear stories and the tales they tell
Of a girl who breaks hearts with magic spells
They say she uses potions and evil chants
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
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