[Intro: Eminem]
Haha, Swifty McVay!
Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)
I told you we wasn´t leavin, c´mon!
[Swifty McVay]
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)
Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
And the Pope couldn´t prevent me from shittin on niggaz
Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)
A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man´s face
so fast it´ll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)
Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith ´n Wessons
just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)
Parental discretion, I´ll send you a video
with me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)
When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo´ innocence
I´ll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo´ egg Bene-dick {AHH!}
Usin yo´ balls to play tennis with (hah)
You´ll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses
[Chorus x2: Swifty McVay]
(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasn´t killin shit
(WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently
(PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
(DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry
[Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter]
You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse, and you ain´t got no balls
Come runnin with tec-9´s whenever niggaz would call
Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
I don´t give a FUCK, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one
That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me
You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
situations you in, don´t get that "Purple Pills" shit confused
with us bein cool up here singin "My Band"
I´m sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
They´ll do anything for a fuckin autograph
So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and
I´ll show you the meanin of die-hard fans
Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
That´s what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back
Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness
So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress
I guess I´m just too fresh, to finish that line
Denaun´s ain´t next
[Chorus]
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