I’m a swing it, watch me bring it To the next level, the graphic devils Gettin’ funky like the Nevilles Brothers from the bayou, so why you wanna trip Just play the sideline kid and wait for me to trip ‘Cause I can feel it in the air tonight But yo I’m not Phil Collins, I’m more like Henry Rollins ‘Cause I search and destroy every toy with the plot Tryin’ to get what I got ya might get shot Hot damn I’m a slam ya like ONYX, then teach ya how to write a rhyme Like Hooked on Phonics, Mother Goose ain’t got shit on me ‘Cause I get loose at the jam and wreck the whole party I make’em jump and mosh, oh my gosh, there slammin’ in the pit When I’m kickin my shit they’re buggin at the eyes ‘Cause I got mad styles and ain’t a damn thing funny I get money in piles, some people thought I died That’s just a rumor though, others thought I fell off But now I’m numero uno, dos not cuatro Word to Kool Kieth I’m a break up your teeth
When I die (die), bury me (me) Hang my balls from a cherry tree (tree) Let them get ripe and take a bite And if they don’t taste right then don’t blame D (D)
You need to quit swingin’ the styles that I’m bringin’ The funk knuckle dragon, the kids on the wagon I’m not the 12 stepper don’t play me like a lepper My mic sounds nice but it’s not Salt ‘N Peppa
Well it’s the man with the plan to get all your skins The tip of my dick is where the line begins So hoe’s form a line, take off that swine Strip your ass butt naked let’s see if you can take it ‘Cause I’ll make you feel, like a natural women ‘Cause I keep it comin’, I’m the Everlastin’ Freestyle assasin’, my soul and my goal is to bring a little passion To your girl’s life like the Daily Sun Throw her down on the bed and tie her up with ropes
I’m just another rager with a Dairy Face Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race You need to step back kid and give me some space So I can cold spark the party when I’m rockin the place Danny Boy’s arrivin’, I stand six five and a half, don’t laugh kid The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker on a highway to hell ‘Cause I never tell
Well it’s the funk back breaker, we heat it up like Jamaica Don’t bring your woman to the party cause I’ll take her Hit the deck ‘cause I’m down with the Whoolies I got a trunk full of funk like the Groovy Doolies I’m not the man but I’ll asked who was he Quick’s hot the hair do just like Ruth Buzzy Runnin’ ‘round town like ya been to jail son But ya hit the swap meet to get your hair and your nail done Get off my sack ‘cause your shit is wack Ya diss me and I’m a diss ya back I’m a swing it (4x)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
