[Hook]
*Samples*
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(I don't give a f**, I don't give a f** now)
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian)
X2
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm a schizophrenic, rappers better panic
Cause our planet went in danger the moment Swifty landed
I revolve around the globe, start from my home
Then come back when everybody on the Earths gone
Automatics, I click clack it & spazz
I'm ill enough to blast a n***a backwards tragically (b**hes)
Sip acid, slamming your grandmother in front of traffic
And causing a multiple car crash (this is)
Black magic, a rap addict that splits cabbages
Faster than jack rabbits in heat, blasting the street
All in your mouth like cavity creeps
I graduated from Amityville Academy [?]
Have a gang snatch the battery packs off these ba*tards
Kidnap 'em in vans till they're coughing up plasma
The worst serial k**er since The Boston Ma**acre
I'm laughing in court with a face full of sarcasm
An acid dropper, tablet popper
Mixed with a ma**ive amount of medicine copped from over the counter (b**h)
There's red around my nostrils, a rotten scoundrel
With a mountain full of powder right on top of my album
I sniff it then get lifted, I be on that bullsh**
Leave the crib to put a body on this biscuit
Rusty trigger with the serial number missin'
You don't know who the f** you're dealing with, it's Swifty
[Hook]
*Samples*
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(I don't give a f**, I don't give a f** now)
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian)
X2
[Verse 2: Sean Strange]
Sean Michael, more torture for your [?]
Give a f** about a hater, you can call me what you gotta
I'm not your ordinary type of rapper, bro
You're a Caitlyn Jenner f*ggot at a fashion show
If you don't have my dough, Imma hide in your back yard
And wait for you to walk up & then you get cracked hard
I'm like a rap god & you a bench warmer
A label rob me? Imma show up at your headquarters
Like where the money at? Go get the checkbook
Or Imma introduce you to a motherf**ing d**h hook
[?] to the grave plot
I'll wrap the mic around my arm like the tattoo that Cool J got
If they hot, I'm like the Twin Towers burning down
You ain't the king homie, I think you should return the crown
I'll murder crowds, they'll be [?] like The Walking Dead
And you may find yourself in another world like a talking head
Come get your fortune read, I'll show you why you're unhappy
Try & coach me, Imma beat you down like Puff Daddy
Married to game but the b**h keep cheating, damn
Will all the rappers on that dairy sh** like Peter Pan
I'm not an evil man, but quickly I could turn to one
Don't talk to me about hip-hop if you ain't heard of Pun
One love to my father, I'll keep your name alive
For every moment I'm here until the day I die
[Hook]
*Samples*
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(I don't give a f**, I don't give a f** now)
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian)
X2
[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
I was raised just a sinner, you was just a sinner
But I'm a real a** n***a & you just a pretender
My words is like a splinter that you could never get into
A grudge holder, never ever forgive a n***a
I'm maniacal, so try me hoe
You can get your sh** slit open like a pistachio, hear you n***as admiral
I be [?] sh** that's unimaginable
When I'm doing tragical actions, I be acting like it ain't happened, yo
They get to yapping, now they call a truce
Now they using rapping & that's n***as favorite excuse
I used to be loveable, now they call me troublesome
I walk in a room & motherf**ers get uncomfortable
They wanna know my M.O., something that's untouchable
Indestructible, knucklehead that'll outmuscle you
I do what I must do, I'm f**ing up your hustle too
I'm [?] industrial curse