I'm a Swing It

I'm the everlastin'
And ain't a damn thing funny
And wreck the whole party
I stand six five and a half, don't laugh kid

'Cause I got mad styles

Free style assasin
Well, it's the funk back breaker
Runnin' 'round town

To your girl's life like the Daily Sun
The're slamin' in the pit
Don't play me like a lepper
My soul and my goal
Throw her down on the bed
Is to bring a little passion
To the party cause I'll take her
The kids on the wagon
I'm just another rager with a Dairy Face

'Cause I'm down with the Hoolis
So why you wanna trip?
'Cause I keep it comin'

I'm a break up your teeth
(D)
Take off that swine

Bury me
Some people thought I died
So I can cold spark the party
Mother Goose ain't got shit on me
Let's see if you can take it
And tie her up wit ropes

But yo I'm not Phil Collins

'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight

(Tree)
And wait for me to trip
When I'm rockin' the place
Hang my balls from a cherry tree
(Me)
I get money in piles

I'm not the man

Retoy with the plot
I got a trunk full of funk
You need to quit swingin'

Is where the line begins
The graphic devils
They're buggin' at the eyes
You need to step back kid
Then don't blame D
So hoe's form a line
Like hooked on Phonics
Don't bring your woman
Do just like Ruth Buzzy
Just play the sideline kid
The funk knuckle dragon
'Cause I get loose at the jam
I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it
But it's not salt-n-pepa

When I'm kickin' my shot
And give me some space
Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race
'Cause I'll make you feel
I'm not the 12 stepper

Hot damn I'm a slam ya like ONYX
(Die)
But ya hit the swap meet

I'm more like Henry Rollins
Ya might get shot
The tip of my dick
Gettin' funky like the Nevilles
To get your hair and your nail done
'Cause your shit is wack
Get off my sack
Like a natural women
Word to Kool Kieth
Like ya been to jail son
Well, it's the man with the plan

I make em' jump and mosh
The styles that I'm bringin'
Others thought I fell off
When I die
And if they don't taste right
Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back
Oh, my gosh
Like the groovy doolies
To get all your skins
Quick's hot the hair
Danny Boy's arrivin'
Brothers from the bayou
We heat it up like Jamaica
Let them get ripe and take a bite

My mic sounds nice
To the next level

Hit the deck

The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker
That's just a rumor though
On a highway to hell
'Cause I search and destroy
Then teach ya how to write a rhyme
But now I'm numero uno
Dos not cuatro

But I'll ask who was he?
Tryin' to get what I got

'Cause I never tell
Strip your ass butt naked