I'm a Swing It

My soul and my goal
To get all your skins
'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight

Free style assasin
The funk knuckle dragon
I get money in piles
Bury me
'Cause I'm down with the Hoolis
I'm just another rager with a Dairy Face
'Cause your shit is wack

So hoe's form a line

When I die

To the next level
'Cause I'll make you feel
(Die)
But it's not salt-n-pepa
Dos not cuatro
The graphic devils
Brothers from the bayou
'Cause I search and destroy
Throw her down on the bed
But yo I'm not Phil Collins

I'm a break up your teeth
Retoy with the plot

And if they don't taste right
But I'll ask who was he?

The styles that I'm bringin'
I make em' jump and mosh

Mother Goose ain't got shit on me

Hit the deck
I got a trunk full of funk
And tie her up wit ropes
The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker
I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it
Oh, my gosh
Like hooked on Phonics

And wait for me to trip
Others thought I fell off
Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race
Then don't blame D
But now I'm numero uno
Hang my balls from a cherry tree
They're buggin' at the eyes
To get your hair and your nail done
So why you wanna trip?
We heat it up like Jamaica
(D)
Some people thought I died
Get off my sack
Then teach ya how to write a rhyme

Tryin' to get what I got
Is to bring a little passion
On a highway to hell
Like ya been to jail son
I'm not the man

When I'm kickin' my shot

The're slamin' in the pit
(Me)
Like the groovy doolies
Hot damn I'm a slam ya like ONYX
And wreck the whole party
Word to Kool Kieth
I'm more like Henry Rollins

But ya hit the swap meet
'Cause I get loose at the jam
I'm the everlastin'
Ya might get shot
(Tree)
The tip of my dick
Danny Boy's arrivin'

Strip your ass butt naked

Like a natural women
Let's see if you can take it
Let them get ripe and take a bite
Quick's hot the hair
And ain't a damn thing funny
My mic sounds nice
Well, it's the man with the plan
'Cause I got mad styles
You need to step back kid
Don't bring your woman
Well, it's the funk back breaker
Gettin' funky like the Nevilles

I stand six five and a half, don't laugh kid
To the party cause I'll take her

Don't play me like a lepper
Do just like Ruth Buzzy
'Cause I never tell
'Cause I keep it comin'

Is where the line begins
To your girl's life like the Daily Sun
Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back
I'm not the 12 stepper
So I can cold spark the party

And give me some space
When I'm rockin' the place
Take off that swine
Just play the sideline kid
That's just a rumor though
Runnin' 'round town
You need to quit swingin'
The kids on the wagon