The Gooch

[Hook] *Samples* (Who you think you dealing with?) (I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck now) (Who you think you dealing with?) (Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian) X2 [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I'm a schizophrenic, rappers better panic Cause our planet went in danger the moment Swifty landed I revolve around the globe, start from my home Then come back when everybody on the Earths gone Automatics, I click clack it & spazz I'm ill enough to blast a nigga backwards tragically (bitches) Sip acid, slamming your grandmother in front of traffic And causing a multiple car crash (this is) Black magic, a rap addict that splits cabbages Faster than jack rabbits in heat, blasting the street All in your mouth like cavity creeps I graduated from Amityville Academy [?] Have a gang snatch the battery packs off these bastards Kidnap 'em in vans till they're coughing up plasma The worst serial killer since The Boston Massacre I'm laughing in court with a face full of sarcasm An acid dropper, tablet popper Mixed with a massive amount of medicine copped from over the counter (bitch) There's red around my nostrils, a rotten scoundrel With a mountain full of powder right on top of my album I sniff it then get lifted, I be on that bullshit Leave the crib to put a body on this biscuit Rusty trigger with the serial number missin' You don't know who the fuck you're dealing with, it's Swifty [Hook] *Samples* (Who you think you dealing with?) (I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck now) (Who you think you dealing with?) (Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian) X2 [Verse 2: Sean Strange] Sean Michael, more torture for your [?] Give a fuck about a hater, you can call me what you gotta I'm not your ordinary type of rapper, bro You're a Caitlyn Jenner faggot at a fashion show If you don't have my dough, Imma hide in your back yard And wait for you to walk up & then you get cracked hard I'm like a rap god & you a bench warmer A label rob me? Imma show up at your headquarters Like where the money at? Go get the checkbook Or Imma introduce you to a motherfucking death hook [?] to the grave plot I'll wrap the mic around my arm like the tattoo that Cool J got If they hot, I'm like the Twin Towers burning down You ain't the king homie, I think you should return the crown I'll murder crowds, they'll be [?] like The Walking Dead And you may find yourself in another world like a talking head Come get your fortune read, I'll show you why you're unhappy Try & coach me, Imma beat you down like Puff Daddy Married to game but the bitch keep cheating, damn Will all the rappers on that dairy shit like Peter Pan I'm not an evil man, but quickly I could turn to one Don't talk to me about hip-hop if you ain't heard of Pun One love to my father, I'll keep your name alive For every moment I'm here until the day I die [Hook] *Samples* (Who you think you dealing with?) (I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck now) (Who you think you dealing with?) (Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian) X2 [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] I was raised just a sinner, you was just a sinner But I'm a real ass nigga & you just a pretender My words is like a splinter that you could never get into A grudge holder, never ever forgive a nigga I'm maniacal, so try me hoe You can get your shit slit open like a pistachio, hear you niggas admiral I be [?] shit that's unimaginable When I'm doing tragical actions, I be acting like it ain't happened, yo They get to yapping, now they call a truce Now they using rapping & that's niggas favorite excuse I used to be loveable, now they call me troublesome I walk in a room & motherfuckers get uncomfortable They wanna know my M.O., something that's untouchable Indestructible, knucklehead that'll outmuscle you I do what I must do, I'm fucking up your hustle too I'm [?] industrial curse