Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language:

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 slip
‘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 retoy 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 “ed On Phonics”
Mother Goose ain’t got s**t on me
‘Cause I get loose at the jam and wreck the whole party
I make em’ jump and mosh oh my gosh
There slamin in the pit when I’m kickin my s**t
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 Keith, “I’ma break up your teeth”!
When I die (Die!), bury me (Me!)
Hang my balls from a cherry tree (Tree!)
Let them get ripe (Ripe!) and take a bite (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 Pepa

Well it’s the man with the plan to get all your skins
The tip of my D**K is where the line begins
So Hoes form a line
Take off that swine!
Strip your a** butt naked
Let’s see if you can take it
‘Cause (*trying to sing like Aretha Franklin*)
I’ll make you feel… LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN!
‘Cause I keep it comin’
I’m the Everlastin’ freestyle assassin
With soul and my goal is to bring a little passion
To your girl’s life like the Daily Soaps
Throw her down on the bed and tie her up wit’ ropes


“Lyrics be on and on and on.” (Repeat)

I’m just another rager with a Dairy Face
Punk motherf***ers 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 graph is surviving
The outlaw biker with my big s**t 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 Hoolis
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 s**t is WACK!
Ya dis me and I’m a dis ya back!

I’m A Swing It

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