Swing Set (Step Right Up)

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous] So you put out a suck-ass tape, with some butt-ass breaks Okay okay but what the fuck's that say Who told this little kid he could rap They hand your bullshit and tell me Kansas City is whack Let's clap, you could snatch up samples But your raps are rambles, sick of tracks that gamble Blast ammo like blaow blaow Won't you pass me the, black heater to blat Hot fever all on these rap cheaters Kill the noise, I ain't talkin' bout Mac either I never fronted hard work, only on back-seaters It's cool, we good, you ride, I'll drive Only reason that you livin' is cause I survived Dive from the side, crash car, smack real hard Ash, rubble, and blood splash on hot black tar In crew til the soul provide We embedded with vets to who you owe your life Never forget, you just got here figurin' "you hang, we hang" You should be ashamed, I can see your brain like Krang And I, came to gain your knowledge It taste like you spent more than a few days in college My aim is flawless, I'm the third revelation ya heard Some'll say "God, save the lawless" and if I say ya name I promise You'll be cut off short and maul word to Lorena Bobbitt [Hook] So step right up and enjoy the show The U-B-I poisonous and ya boy can flow I got em all like "Ooo", We all like "Ohh" We all like "Ooo", We all like "Ohh" So step right up and enjoy the show The U-B-I poisonous and ya boy can flow So do listen, if you bit and the shoes fittin' So if you move quick and you fall the new slippin' And you swing, let's swing, just swing It's all swing, just swing Come on and swing with me, come on and swing with me Come on and swing with me, come on and swing with me And just swing [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] These dudes should be kissin' a ring My radar ain't missin' a thing Clippin' they wings like, this a no-fly zone Cold sellin ringside with the blow by blow This is so my show, I throw a punch time go by slow If you don't like, violence then you can hold my coat Really it ain't nothin' but a thing, I'm like KC cops I pull card, bust from in they pay We all had enough of that same old Bustin' like yay there's no ducking ya fate What could he say what I say 'gon linger for days If I call up the droogs we all 'gon play sing in the rain I kick away they chair, they swing and they sway Ya whole fam broke up like polygamist raids I dip rhymes in, raw strychnine I'm two thirds technique, why you thinking that it's all dick size I'm like [Hook]