[Beat 1: Swifty McVay]
I grab the mic, make it stupid
I'm shootin’ 3's, but I ain't talkin’ 'bout whoopin'
When I confront 'em, these niggas stutter like Ruben, they fluxin'
Proof is in the puttin'
If Proof was here, there's a lot of shit that they wouldn't do
Are they frontin’, get you backed in the corner
I put a slug in your lung, I’m deadly as pneumonia, lymphoma
They can't stand up to me, like a teenager in class with a boner
Death’s around the corner
At yo' doorstep, ringing yo' doorbell
I'm right there in your daydreams and nightmares
When I find ya, I’ma light it up like flareguns
[Beat 2: Swifty & Kuniva]
In the hands of an albino
I drink more liquor than winos
Kick the doors with the force of a rhino
A hydro, glisterin' rhyme flow
Ain't no bitch pressin' a tie bow
Can stop with that flow
Everybody's liable...
(Alright, Swift's up, second beat, who's next to rock? Ah)
Niggas know I'm from the east
The one cat in the crew, that you know that is a beast
I'm livin' on the edge, in the language that you speak
The middle finger say, "Fuck you, comprende, capeesh"
I do that in my sleep, you in Furious is 16
Me and my crew been taking out the whole cafeteria
Bang on your whole clique (Bang), kicking at you early
I'm like a stank rapist, I'm doin' bitches dirty (Yeah)
Ain't no way you concern me, your clique can never hurt me
I keep a group of chicks to [?] Mr. Furley
Ain't nothin' pretty this way
You ever seen a sheep sittin' at the table with a pack of wolves about to eat? (D12)
So I think it would be wise for you not even to speak
Top of the head to a midget, I'm outta yo reach
And stay up out of the streets
We [?], you ain't safe by the bell, when them shots rain
Then you hear them tires goin' screech
I grab the mic, make it stupid
I'm shootin’ 3's, but I ain't talkin’ 'bout whoopin'
When I confront 'em, these niggas stutter like Ruben, they fluxin'
Proof is in the puttin'
If Proof was here, there's a lot of shit that they wouldn't do
Are they frontin’, get you backed in the corner
I put a slug in your lung, I’m deadly as pneumonia, lymphoma
They can't stand up to me, like a teenager in class with a boner
Death’s around the corner
At yo' doorstep, ringing yo' doorbell
I'm right there in your daydreams and nightmares
When I find ya, I’ma light it up like flareguns
[Beat 2: Swifty & Kuniva]
In the hands of an albino
I drink more liquor than winos
Kick the doors with the force of a rhino
A hydro, glisterin' rhyme flow
Ain't no bitch pressin' a tie bow
Can stop with that flow
Everybody's liable...
(Alright, Swift's up, second beat, who's next to rock? Ah)
Niggas know I'm from the east
The one cat in the crew, that you know that is a beast
I'm livin' on the edge, in the language that you speak
The middle finger say, "Fuck you, comprende, capeesh"
I do that in my sleep, you in Furious is 16
Me and my crew been taking out the whole cafeteria
Bang on your whole clique (Bang), kicking at you early
I'm like a stank rapist, I'm doin' bitches dirty (Yeah)
Ain't no way you concern me, your clique can never hurt me
I keep a group of chicks to [?] Mr. Furley
Ain't nothin' pretty this way
You ever seen a sheep sittin' at the table with a pack of wolves about to eat? (D12)
So I think it would be wise for you not even to speak
Top of the head to a midget, I'm outta yo reach
And stay up out of the streets
We [?], you ain't safe by the bell, when them shots rain
Then you hear them tires goin' screech
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