Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swag Killer , by - K Rino. Song from the album Deprogrammed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.09.2014
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Swag Killer |
| Snatch 'em up and let’s throw 'em in trunks |
| Everywhere I turn my head dudes is lookin' like punks |
| You keep wearing all them tight shirts, your chest might crack |
| Listen fool; |
| grown men ain’t supposed to dress like that |
| And what’s up with them stockings that you trynna wear? |
| Got strong ass pretty boy dyin' his hair |
| They say there ain’t no men that teach boys, they fadin' out quick |
| I hope you didn’t have a daddy, cause if so he need his ass kicked! |
| I’m in the spot, hoping to see mics breakin' |
| Then you jump up on the stage with all that bouncin' and shakin' |
| This might be the wildest thing there ever was in the world |
| I seen a rapper twerking one time and it wasn’t a girl |
| Just accept your manhood fool, your life could improve |
| You a 32 year old dude with lights on your shoes |
| And if I tell him move around he got the right to refuse |
| But they gonna see me charged with offing him that night on the news |
| Cause I’m the Swag killer |
| The Swag-the Swag killer |
| I’m the Swag killer, the Swag the Swag killer |
| I’m the rapper tap killer, add body bag zilla! |
| I’ll run you off the block, weather it’s your fault or not |
| You need to get a 3X man, your shirt look like a halter top |
| Yeah man, I know we supposed to be brothers |
| But on your album cover, why y’all stand so close to each other? |
| I might roll up to your residence, kick in the doors |
| Thought I was in your little sister’s room, turned out it was yours |
| I’m ready to come and show you what my whole team 'bout |
| Grab a pair of grip pliers and snatch your nose ring out |
| They could probably swim across that blood river you made |
| I’mma shave that relaxer off your head and give you a fade |
| You a star, so you in the photo-shoots with photographers |
| I ain’t never seen gangster rappers use choreographers |
| You’re corny and you’re basic, plus your image is childish |
| Makes me wanna beat the hell out of you and your stylist |
| Police can’t even save you when I’m doing my damage |
| Ring the grease out of your hair then go fry me a fish sandwich |
| Cause I’m the Swag killer |
| The Swag-the Swag killer |
| I’m the Swag killer, the Swag the Swag killer |
| I’m the rapper tap killer, add body bag zilla! |
| You in Hollywood with no local or out of town fans |
| Ain’t nobody at the shows but you and the sound man |
| Now you standin' hear explainin', trying not to get crushed |
| But we can’t have this conversation 'til you wipe off that blush |
| See I’ve been blessed with realness, tried and hood-tested |
| And you should be arrested for them pictures in your press kick |
| Not the one to be messed with, cause I’m much worse |
| Your clothing line ain’t nothing but a dozen airbrushed shirts |
| I’mma burn your wardrobe from your socks to your collar |
| How you gonna make it rain and try to go pick up your own dollars? |
| Lookin' like a clown matters if you get paid stacks |
| Climbing out of a limousine wearing them 9th grade slacks |
| In front of masses, I’m teaching daily Swag-less classes |
| Silly asses walking around with no lens in they glasses |
| I got a surprise for all these feminine guys |
| Run up on stage and snap them contacts out 'ya eyes |
| Cause I’m the… |