Intro Eminem
Haha, Swifty McVay!
Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis ha!
I told you we wasnt leavin, cmon!
Swifty McVay
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes nigga
Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
And the Pope couldnt prevent me from shittin on niggaz
Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
Into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine hoe
A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your mans face
So fast itll leave acne on my hand when it land hah!
Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith n Wessons
Just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag yeah
Parental discretion, Ill send you a video
With me naked havin a session on my urinal RESPECT IT! HAH!
When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo innocence
Ill be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo egg Bene-dick AHH!
Usin yo balls to play tennis with hah
Youll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses
Chorus x2 Swifty McVay
MOTHERFUCK! Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasnt killin shit
WHAT! Whatever you want, we providin it diligently
PUMP! Double barrel wherever we go willingly
DUMPIN! On opposition in the streets or industry
Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter
You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse, and you aint got no balls
Come runnin with tec-9s whenever niggaz would call
Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
I dont give a FUCK, who you call to come
You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one
That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me
You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
Situations you in, dont get that Purple Pills shit confused
With us bein cool up here singin My Band
Im sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
Theyll do anything for a fuckin autograph
So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and
Ill show you the meanin of die-hard fans
Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
Thats what I mean by get, back I mean get, back
Or find your head detached from that Mitchell Ness
So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress
I guess Im just too fresh, to finish that line
Denauns aint next
Chorus