I'm a Swing It Songtext

von House Of Pain

I'm a swing it, so watch me bring it to the next level
The graphic Neville gettin funky like the
Devils
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 and 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, there 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, bury me, hang my ball from a cherry tree, let them get ripe and take a bite and if they don't taste right then don't blame 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 make sounds nice, but it's not Salt or Pepper
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 all make you feel, like a natural woman, 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 shock the party when i'm rockin the place
Danny Boy's arrivin, standin six five and a half, don't laugh kid ?????????????????
The outlaw biker with my big shit shiker 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 goolies
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 yer 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