[Sample-Triggered Chorus]
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"There's no way you can win, I'm wipin' off silly grins
"When I come to kick yo' face in"


[Verse One]
This ain't Rock of Love, but I'll rock a thug
Make you wear a rag and a wig like Brett Michaels does
The Tec rifle is bugged
Sometimes it jams but most of the time it spits projectiles at ya mug
I'm from a city known for rolling cigars
Hoppin' fences in historic districts, evadin' patrol cars
And so far, I go hard, I could spit 4 bars
That'll whip you cross the face like chrome reinforced crowbars
In nine six I rocked with nine sixes
That's triple six three times so imagine the evil in that
Dressed like Count Dracula beatin' you feeble people with bats
I like Britney Spears fat, I'm puttin poisonous gas
In your muthafuckin' beer can hat
Ya body found live on National Geographic where the meerkats at
The white Latin with them weird ass raps
You better pay me right now cause ("I'm tryin to make cream and that's that")


[Sample-Triggered Chorus]
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"There's no way you can win, I'm wipin' off silly grins
"When I come to kick yo' face in"


[Verse Two]
Elvis position in ya bathroom, found ya dead
(How'd ya die?) I put cyanide in ya bathroom shower head
Critics who get the nerve, they better hide they bitch and hoe
Cause I'll put a bullet in ya bird if you pigeon-hole
In case you didn't know, I got the illest flow
My style double-D all natural, yours is silicon
The punchline master, never get lazy with my writing
Cause I'm gettin' paid when I'm rhyming
You get slayed when you're rhyming, at a battle for free
If I'm movin' my adam's apple it costs a fee
So pull your cannons and try these boys
And I'm sendin' lead back like it's some Chinese toys
Business mogul on my mobile (phone)
With an overgown vocal tone prone to leave you blown outta ya mobile home
And on ya left jaw I'm tingin', drama that I'm bringin'
Don't work for the church but I be bell ringin'


[Sample-Triggered Chorus]
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"Swingin', swingin'...Drama that I'm bringin'"
"On ya left jaw I'll be tingin'"
"There's no way you can win, I'm wipin' off silly grins
"When I come to kick yo' face in"


[Verse Three]
(You can call me Steven Tyler) I'm one of the best arrow-smiths {Aerosmiths}
Expert with archery, and all types of weapon shit
In my rap category, I stand alone
You stand alone without a date watchin' Home Alone
I'll put the Macauley Culkin, facial expression
On the face of a bitch testin', bitch you see this Smith & Wesson?
Remember Smif-N-Wessun? Now they the Cocoa Brovaz
Remember Celph Titled? Now he's a loco fucker
I'm dope cause I chose a rubber, when I fucked hip hop
And now the bitch can't burn me so I rip shop
Better adapt to my philosophy soon
Or you gon' be that skeleton in the biology room
I dare a beatmaker to take it war (with me)
Turn you to a ghost producer like a Dr. Dre (employee)
For sure you get fucked and felt
If you went gay bashin', you'd have to punch yourself