I'm a Swing It

I'm a swing it, watch me bring it to the next level

The graphic Devil's getting funky like the Neville

Brothers from the Bayou, so why you wanna trip

Just play the sidelines, 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 every toy with the ploy

Trying to get what I got, you might get shot

Hot damn, I'm a slam ya like ONYX

Then teach you how to write a rhyme like Hooked on Phonics

Mother Goose ain't got shit on me

Cause I'll get loose at the jam and wreck the whole party

I make them jump and mosh, oh my gosh

Just slamming in the pit when I'm kicking my shit

They bugging in the aisles 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'm a break up ya teeth

When I die, bury me

Hang my balls from the cherry tree

Let them get ripe and then take a bite

And if they don't taste right

Then don't blame D

You need to quit swinging the styles that I'm bringing

The funk knuckled dragon

Who gets on the wagon

I'm not the 12 stepper

Don't play me like a lever

'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 on my dick is where the line begins

So hoes 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 Woman'

Cause I keep it coming, I'm the Everlasting

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 with ropes

I'm just another ranger with the Derry face

Punk mother****s beef about my race

You need to step back, kid

And give me some space

So I can cold shock the party when I'm rocking the place

Danny Boy's a rhyming

I stand six five and a half

Don't laugh kid, gramps is surviving

The outlaw biker with my **** hitchhiker

On the Highway to Hell

Cause I never tell

Well it's the funk backbreaker

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 hoo-lies

I got a trunk full of funk

Like the groovy goo-lies

I'm not the man but I asked who Who was it

Quick's got the hairdo

Just like Ruth Buzzy

Running around like you been to jail son

But ya hit the swap meet

To get your hair and your nails done

Get off my sack

Cause your shit is whack

Ya diss me and I'm a diss you back