Swifty McVay - The Gooch lyrics

[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