There have been many months, and years, and ages
I've waited to say what you're about to hear
I'm off like gone, like see, see ya later!
Like let me reiterate so I can make myself clear...
You're out the picture and now I'm ballin' for the Sixers so
I'll be shot callin' with the women from here
While you'll be out crawlin' through every bar in Alton
Trying to catch the eye of some guy who isn't there
Cuz I'm gone/Immediately Girl I'm movin' on
Burned the house down to the ground and
Left your picture on the lawn
What kind of break up malarkey did you think that I was on?
Jen and Whoever? That horseshit's for yer mom!
And I don't date friends of Mom...I still prefer the Fillies
Not talkin' baseball teams/I mean Kentucky Derbies
Give them the Triple Crown if one them proves herself worthy
And run some Showtime like Kobetron, Magic, and Worthy
I love em classic and surly, drastic and girly
Massively worldly women with Hurly Burly type talents
Silver rings, caterpillar wings and pterodactyl talons
Triple Five Soul jeans with baby blue New Balances
Ample hips and some James Brown sample lips
That love to sing the praises of this Messenger Catalyst
Yes, I do have a dream, Ms. Triple Beam Nipple Queen
And it ain't here worshipping You and Yer Twerp-y Scene
Cuz I got my Swag Back, Super Size Dag, Black Puma
Track shoes and this Monkey Mouth Mag...'YACK!!!'
Take That! And That! Take a true taste of the gat
Before I lay waste to your ass, like Chow Yun Fat!
Now dumb that down for your new jack house cat
So he doesn't act brave and get brazed by my acid vat
Cuz my swag's on all day. always, with a ball blazed
Waitin' for the next mark to mop up the hallways with
Oh, now you're pissed? Well let it rip!
Dance Monkey Boy! Shit, I'll call you Billy Elliott!
Fuckin' with this Bitch is bound to get ya sick
Let me stop for a second Cuz and flip it like this:
She's a Swag Stealer! Man eater, Wildebeast, either
She eats your soul or detonates this here heat seeker
That comes blastin' at you so fast that you can't see it
Take a last gasp of oxygen (like you really even need it)
Cuz in T - 3 you'll have no reason for bein'
While she stays in her cave/Hella mutatin' like Demons
Temperature changin' like Seasons
Steamin', Schemin', and Screamin'
"I'LL GET YOU FAGGOT!!!"
Until my fuckin' ears start ringin'...
I ice the stingin' with a bag of Frozen peas
And keep swingin' for the fences
And believin' in bein' on some Microphone McGwire-ness
Most preferably wireless
So when I murk this rhyme I can body surf up out this bitch!
This is it! Magnified Swag in its purest form
Mr. Monolith since the very first day I was born
Girl, fuck with the bull, shit, you'll get the air horn
Swagger than fuck, this is dagger-ous Tuck in rare form!
Girl fuck with the bull, shit, you'll get the air horn
Swagger than fuck, this is dagger-ous Tuck in rare form!