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 NevillesBrothers from the bayou

So why you wanna 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 shotHot 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 goshThe're 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 pilesSome people thought I died

That's just a rumor though

Others thought I fell off

But now I'm numero unoDos not cuatro

Word to Kool 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 biteAnd 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 wagonI'm not the 12 stepper

Don't play me like a lepper

My mic sounds nice

But it's not salt-n-pepaWell, it's the man with the plan

To get all your skins

The tip of my dick

Is where the line beginsSo 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 assasin

My soul and my goal

Is to bring a little passionTo 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 raceYou need to step back kid

And give me some space

So I can cold spark the party

When I'm rockin' the placeDanny 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 tellWell, it's the funk back breaker

We heat it up like Jamaica

Don't bring your woman

To the party cause I'll take herHit the deck

'Cause I'm down with the Hoolis

I got a trunk full of funk

Like the groovy dooliesI'm not the man

But I'll ask who was he?

Quick's hot the hair

Do just like Ruth BuzzyRunnin' 'round town

Like ya been to jail son

But ya hit the swap meet

To get your hair and your nail doneGet off my sack

'Cause your shit is wack

Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back

I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it

I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it