Swanny's Guitar

1: Witness the mental fitness I’m giving em ad infinitum E Pluribus Unum, I stole the patent on Latin It’s all about you doubt-ing me, the style in me I’m broadcasting loud like Martin on the balcony Blood of a martyr, and props to Sadat X and Common One-Nine-Nine-Nine, a time when MCs was rhyming Unlike now, sounding like wet noodles, they Ramen Just as bland; don’t you know you kinda soundin monotonous? I had to stop boning these flakes I don’t relate to Rather just slay these ungrateful straight dudes At Planet Fitness, wishing they quit groaning You might be horse hung, but you’re still a one-trick pony No time to shoot the shit haters Go shave your clit, traitor How you a dick taker at the mercy of dictators? Looking like a victim of mesothelioma My bad, don’t mean to give you contusions causing confusion I’m starting to see the red in your retina AND I’m smelling the smegma dick cheese expelling from under your leather Fuck your species and your genus You should just gimme brain and call my penis the big angry genius Limbs, I amputate em Really you can’t debate em If you tried to bring my White House Down, I’ll get Channing Tatum My handsome favorite, pulling big guns for a Black Prez Obama has nothing on some of my planned changes Hook: Hoe, please don’t violate, eh! Cuz I might just annihilate, eh! So let’s get it understood I set straight if you coming sideways, eh! So let’s get it Let’s, let’s get it Let’s get it understood I gotta stay on, I gotta stay on I set straight if ya coming sideways, eh! 2: Drop the beat it’s a done deal All I need is one kill, like speed demons losing the front wheel If looks could kill, I’d wear the best hair A Thomas Pink tailored suit and show up with a death stare Hand you wings from Red Bull and Jeremy Scott If them demons from Ghost don’t snatch you out your burial plot I send soulless hopefuls to Chernobyl Throw ice brick at the devil’s oven till Hell’s kitchen froze over Put me up in a sound booth I’m ready to chew heads like I’m in a scarf covered in hound’s-tooth You amped you just got branded with a tramp stamp But somehow you always end up returned to sender Why these white boys that find some jiggle to inject In they ass, don’t find the rhythm that connects Why these black faggoty-fags unhappy Tactfully trashy, spazzing, invariably crashing I’m a Moreno, but never really white or black enough If I’m racist against both, I ain’t backing up, I’ve had enough Huey quiere hablar lengua para cojer chula Solo sabe la mierda de las malas palabras Ojala, que the sequestren con tus estupideces Y menten machete dentro de su pene… Fuck with me, or maybe not But here’s why Hook: Hoe, please don’t violate, eh! Cuz I might just annihilate, eh! So let’s get it understood I set straight if you coming sideways, eh! So let’s get it Let’s, let’s get it Let’s get it understood I gotta stay on, I gotta stay on I set straight if ya coming sideways, eh! 3: Womp Womp? Nigga, lyrics they been legitimate Been penning it since you still in ya mom’s kitten kickin it 3 minutes, no music? Oh shit, my time is dwindling Kinda ridiculous, but I’ll swing it like I’m at Wimbledon Hide the kids from it when I’m live in the premises Might televise private Skype fetishes they tried to hide My grind is infinite; you should just rise like ascendants Your Honor’s here, venom spit at your whole line of defendants Walk in the place, my third eye gets offended Already knew the vibe isn’t live until my lyrics finish At open-fucking-mic, you got fucking timer that’s ticking? Where the prizes? Paid ten bucks, why am I getting shitted? Fucked up leg that tires after five freaking minutes First come, first served; signed up, no kinds of incentive Stand up for three goddamn hours, the life that I’m living No time for this business; you don’t know my plight to give limits I got this undying pride but this fake shit reeks All this wasted piece of paper to slay this beast Where’s the positivity, you’re fucking lateness creeps- Me out, you can take this statement to your estate and dream Your little act could never escalate, thick as you are You still featherweight, you’ll never spit shit sick as these bars Yeah I fucked up my performance, crowd looking like hounds Sniffin for confidence, and I lacked it On camera, no static Do what you want with that shit Still battle whenever you want the verbal battery leaving you battered You a 90s baby? Here’s a Richard Simmons tape and Thighmaster Looking like Sonic’s cousin Knuckles, with the height of a linebacker Hook Outro: Hoe, please don’t violate, eh! Cuz I might just annihilate, eh! So let’s get it understood I set straight if you coming sideways, eh! Sound out! Yeh people get down down (So let’s get it understood) No we don't play, no no Cause I'm around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh I'm making it sound out Yeh people get down down (So let’s get it understood) No we don't play, no no Cause I'm around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh Yeh people get down down (So let’s get it understood) No we don't play, no no Cause I'm around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh I'm making it sound out!