[Introduction: Swayzi]
Bombing all these s**ers like Americans in Taliban
You never catch me smiling like I'm proudly South African
My jeans so it's like gravity is pulling them, I strike a pose and hold it like a fancy mall manican
Call me Mr Boomarang 'cause I am always back again I take vacations down my mind like walking down memory lane
Take a bite of this b*tch, Swayzi got the sugar cane
Drip drop, drip drop
Sorry that your top is stained
An operating system man, you know that Swayzi run the game!
Target market : I'm shooting b*tches, that my aim..
You and a whole lot of sh** just went down the drain.. and you's a lying n*gga only God can make it rain
I can't believe it buddy, I just left the dro
I talk a whole lot of sh** like an a**hole!
Geometrically f*cking f*ck a b*tch in angles, f*ck up your mind, you can say that I'm a vandal
Boy I'm all up in your grill, call it tooth decay
You are just a video so at the end you fade, and you's a retarded egg so you never get laid
Boy my rhymes are so sick they need medical aid, and matter' fact they so sick [?] must hate
I keep you hooked on my sh*t, that's why I use em as bait
I toss them in the river boy, just to rattle your cage, you've got to get your daily fix of the Swayzi dosage!
And don't mistake me for your powder boy, I'm not c**aine
But I'm flying with the dead. That's the real soul plane
I'm hot to 360 that's the last degree, weed over-lord if you ain't smoking then it's blasphemy
And even though you had a gatt you wouldn't blast to me
'Cause I will take you for a ride, you need a [?] seat
And the rainbow nation different colours, but the same old sh*t
Baby take a look into my eyes, do you like what you see?