I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo Come on, swing 'em like a two way
cannibalistic thing Feel this thing, shit, at night, you hear the bang bang Buckshot is just doin his thang thang You can see the glare as chains swing
the crap up Out my city Now the whole block look shitty Put his dick on a wood block Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop Now who's the next to nut Color
crap up out my city Now the whole block look shitty Put his dick on a wood block Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop Now who's the next to nut
four-leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD
I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang Clock stetsons heads on catch attention Grab retired mc's their pensions Dimension suspension, switch
you You want the 411, baby, here?s my style I like? em young but I?m no freakin? pedophile I?m known to set it wild, the young girls get creamy Swing
1: [Xzibit] You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage than any
the squad, much younger than gangs See he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light Lookin' like rats, real swing
her behalf Got a size 2 waste with a perfect ass Baby dog cute face like a cabbage patch and I smash that ass like Randy savage wish I could pass that
me to scream til my voice is hoarse Cause I'm sick of these jabber jaws and crap that grab at yours and savage yours to bite like labradors In the range
shit's going terrific Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it [Repeat Chorus:] [Eminem:] Man these are average raps I'm keepin the savage
New martyrs swinging in the wind. The dead eyes searching for messiahs in the stars. The bodies carrying the scars of no confession, no concession. No
Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Lift every voice and sing Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing So
to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings Trillions
life Blind - these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form I - this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure The pendulum swings
Horsely broad I provided the jump cables through to boost the mini-pack Based on the drama unfolding in a track I don't hold back, I spare no one Swords swing
You already know what it is, Division, back in the building Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah, come on) {soldier hold ya sword high} {Swing it like