Swisha T - Stay In Your Lane lyrics

[Verse 1] Swisha T Ayo I'm heat seeking. These weak divas, with meat cleavers If you need features, I speak ether. The street sweeper You don't like my tracks? Ha! Well me neither If Justin got locked you'd probably yell “free Bieber” Mc's eager, they keep asking the same questions Like “check my lyrics b**h, I've been rapping since grade seven” Don't come at me like that ‘cause I've got an insane temper Cannibal had a war with Hannibal and I ate Lecter Your wifey swallowed my kids and told me they taste better Blew inside her mouth like Osama did to the trade center You'll never get on my level because it takes effort All you rappers pussies, we isn't even the same gender I used to pop a lot of pills and hang with prostitutes Or run around my city in a fat ba*tard body suit I made chicken strips and bacon on a Honda Coupe Film a f**ing p**no with your mama, make your father shoot [Hook] b**h, stay in your lane (Feed the beast, a demon, it's being re-released) b**h, stay in your lane (I'm that crazy mothaf**a with a bomb on his chest) b**h, stay in your lane (Cannibal had a war with Hannibal and I ate Lecter) b**h, stay in your lane (I'll fist f** a pregnant b**h and yank out the fetus) [Verse 2] Johnny Bravo Now I'm that crazy mothaf**a with a bomb on his chest Carving your flesh, sh**, looks like I'm causing a threat I swallow broken bottles, catching hollows in my teeth So it's natural, dirty ba*tard. Play it on repeat sh**. I'm the sourest daddy, devouring planets I'll make the whole galaxy vanish My power turn a grown man coward and pa**ive Shower in your blood and storm a lot of your a**es Spitting sh**ty writtens, listen, no one remembers My vocals are better. I'm never going to fold under pressure I'm spitting coka like the mothaf**ing snow in December So take a dose of my medication and go on a bender Tell her once I reach the gates of heaven, I will spread the aids infection Take their weapons, break the world record for the greatest legend Check the facts, yeah, the records will show Got the body of a Greek God who let himself go [Hook] b**h, stay in your lane (Feed the beast, a demon, it's being re-released) b**h, stay in your lane (I'm that crazy mothaf**a with a bomb on his chest) b**h, stay in your lane (Cannibal had a war with Hannibal and I ate Lecter) b**h, stay in your lane (I'll make a hobo lick my sh** for some motherf**ing spare change) [Verse 3] Charron Use a dictionary for rollin' paper. Toke it later Write my verse mid-air in smoke and vapor D-d-d-d-danger, make way for the local stranger Giving you a swift tune-up like Taylor's vocal trainer Capeesh, My b**h leave you dropped in the streets I'll swing my dog on a leash until it knocks out your teeth Feed the beast, a demon, it's being re-released I'll motherf**ing leave a priest hangin' by a Jesus piece With some foreign b**hes pimpin' in the laying game And i'm nause and i'm sure that we could run the crazy train Hit it then i'm splitting, I don't even want to say my name Vanishing like David Blaine up on a Malaysian plane Make cake, it's a wordplay vandal Burn your grandmas face with her birthday candles Check the replay on SportsCenter Bench press a midget and toss him, I've got a short temper [Hook] b**h, stay in your lane (Feed the beast, a demon, it's being re-released) b**h, stay in your lane (I'm that crazy mothaf**a with a bomb on his chest) b**h, stay in your lane (Cannibal had a war with Hannibal and I ate Lecter) b**h, stay in your lane (I bought flowers for my mother and I told her I loved her)