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   Retoy 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      The're slamin' in the pit   When I'm kickin' my shot   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-pepa      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'   Free style 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 wit 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 Hoolis   I got a trunk full of funk   Like the groovy doolies      I'm not the man   But I'll ask 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, dis me and I'm a dis ya back   I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it   I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it