(Tigga Wordz) Chorus
Shut the fuck up. Come on man, you driving me insane
How a young tigga gonna be a winna if messin’ with his game?
Shut the fuck up, a tiger woulda got that eighth hole
But your bitch ass kept on screamin’ nothin’ but that annoying Mashed Potatoes
I said Shut the Fuck up, shut the fuck up. (x4)
(Tigga Wordz) 1st Verse
Shut the fuck up, I just trying to play golf
I can’t take no loss or Imma go off
You be causin’ so much of a ruckus, that I cannot even putt it
Try to be above it but it’s an obstruction all these petty ass disruptions
So Shut the fuck up, I’m just tryin do what I do
If Imma runner up, then Imma come down to pop it on the fool
Who made the move who coulda stayed in silence, but he was actin like a tool
Who thought a tiger wouldn’t played so violent after losin’ all his cool
(Putt putt putt) (Now, you got three in the chest) x2
How the hell am I supposed to win if I got fifteen left?
It was the ref fault, ain’t no foul call to maintain the crowd control
So it’s either a DQ or a withdrew so I’m aiming passed the pole
They said “Let it go” I’m trying to roll but you know how it goes… a baby had thrown
A tantrum about some milk and his crying just raised my score
I told that idget go to the store. I don’t care if he still just four
I’ll beat that midget down to the floor as I move on with the PGA tour
(Tigga Wordz) Chorus
Shut the fuck up. Come on man, you driving me insane
How a young tigga gonna be a winna if messin’ with his game?
Shut the fuck up, a tiger woulda got that eighth hole
But you an A-hole who kept on screamin’ nothin’ but that Mashed Potatoes
I said Shut the Fuck up, shut the fuck up. (x4)
(Koko the Gorilla) 2nd Verse
(Koko only speaks in sign language so the microphone wasn’t able pick up any of the vocals in her lyrics)
Shut the fuck up and watch what I can do with the wrist
Or imma throw a banana with my poop and let you trip around this shit
If you don’t keep that mouth shut and Imma gonna come right after you
Then beat yo ass and make you wish this damn gorilla pulled out some glue
Yah I’m a herbivore but don’t think Imma duck when the beef is serve
I’m stronger than five guys so imma flip all y’all beef on the stove
Call that a new leaf? Bitch I’m a herbivore?
Meanin’ it’s too late, messed Tigga’s vibe and gotta be accounted for
So Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear your petty excuse
My tigga was close but doin' another putt because of you
A Tiger woulda done better but I know what is the matter?
You is a silverback so where is that “Ohh Golden Banana”
My pussy fat! Guess that’s why you tried to spend another round with me
But if you kept you focus, you could of made passed hole eighteen
Only speak sign language that’s why this bad bitch left you on unanswered
I’m visual grammar, only gorilla posted at the open Savannah
(Tigga Wordz) Chorus
Shut the fuck up. Come on man, you driving me insane
How a young tigga gonna be a winna if messin’ with his game?
Shut the fuck up, a tiger woulda got that eighth hole
But you an A-hole who kept on screamin’ nothin’ but that Mashed Potatoes
I said Shut the Fuck up, shut the fuck up. (x4)
(Bat Vader) 3rd Verse
Shut the fuck up, nigga hopped out the meditation chamber
Never could have focus cuz I’m concentrated on anger
Need some quietness, no ambiances this is my final stroke
So try unless, if you wanna ambulance from this near homicidal choke
Played with the force? It’s Episode Five so you know we gonna strike back
Screamin’ Mashed Potatoes, then you try to lay low, but you put signal out for the bat
You actin’ two face so today you’ll going to face my wraith
But I just decode yah, you is a joker but got you boxed in Jack
Inbound to attack, now arrived outta my ride with that powerglide
Fuck with our side, it do or die or just suicide to fuck with our kind
It’s the dark side with gadgets and tec aimin’ the neck up
Talkin’ like R2-D2 ain’t a Nike tigga but get that checkup
Ain’t no setup that you messed up when coulda just kept shut
Cuz we were fed up with all that noisy mashed potatoes hiccup “hiccup”
My tigga got the stick up but it’s ain’t no stick up
Nah Cuz I’ll rather call my butler, Alfred to do that clean up
