Lyrics Swag Killer - K Rino

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…