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 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 every toy 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 slammin' in the pit
When I'm kickin my shit 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 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 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 Peppa

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'
Freestyle assasin', 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 with 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 Whoolies
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 diss me and I'm a diss ya back
I'm a swing it (4x)