Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swag Killer, artist - K Rino. Album song Deprogrammed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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… |