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I'm A Swing It

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 want to 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

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 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 slamin in the pit

When I'm kickin my shot

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 cool 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-Pepa

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'

Free style assassin

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 wit 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 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 shit is wack

Ya dis me and I'm a dis ya back

I'm a swing it (X4)

Songwriters

SCHRODY, ERIK/DIMANT, LEORPublished by

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