文本歌词

House Of Pain And Everlast - I'm A Swing It (Explicit)
I'm a swing it
Watch me bring it
To the next level
To grap the devils
Gettin' funky like the nevilles
Brothers from the bayou
So why you wanna trip
Just play the sideline kid
And wait for me to trip
'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight
But yo I'm not Phil Collins
I'm more like Henry Rollins
'Cause I search and destroy
Retoy with the plot
Tryin' to get what I got
Ya might get shot
Hot damn I'm a slam ya like onex
Then teach ya how to write a rhyme
Like hooked on Phonics
Mother Goose ain't got sh*t on me
'Cause I get loose at the jam
And wreck the whole party
I make em' jump and mosh
Oh my gosh
The're slamin' in the pit
When I'm kickin' my shot
They're buggin' at the eyes
'Cause I got mad styles
And ain't a damn thing funny
I get money in piles
Some people thought I died
That's just a rumor though
Others thought I fell off
But now I'm numero uno
Dos not cuatro
Word to Kool Kieth
I'm a break up your teeth
When I die
Die
Bury me
Me
Hang my balls from a cherry tree
Tree
Let them get ripe and take a bite
And if they don't taste right
Then don't blame D
You need to quit swingin'
The styles that I'm bringin'
The funk knuckle dragon
The kids on the wagon
I'm not the 12 stepper
Don't play me like a lepper
My mic sounds nice
But it's not salt npepa
Well it's the man with the plan
To get all your skins
The tip of my d**k
Is where the line begins
So hoe's form a line
Take off that swine
Strip your a** butt naked
Let's see if you can take it
'Cause I'll make you feel
Like a natural women
'Cause I keep it comin'
I'm the everlastin'
Free style assasin
My soul and my goal
Is to bring a little passion
To your girl's life like the Daily Sun
Throw her down on the bed
And tie her up wit ropes
I'm just another rager with a dairy face
Punk motherf**kers beef and rhyme my race
You need to step back kid
And give me some space
So I can cold spark the party
When I'm rockin' the place
Danny Boy's arrivin'
I stand six five and a half don't laugh kid
Half don't laugh kid
The outlaw biker with my big sh*t kicker
On a highway to hell
'Cause I never tell
Well it's the funk back breaker
We heat it up like Jamaica
Don't bring your woman
To the party cause I'll take her
Hit the deck
'Cause I'm down with the Hoolis
I got a trunk full of funk
Like the groovy doolies
I'm not the man
But I'll ask who was he
Quick's hot the hair
Do just like Ruth Buzzy
Runnin' 'round town
Like ya been to jail son
But ya hit the swap meet
To get your hair and your nail done
Get off my sack
'Cause your sh*t is wack
Ya dis me and I'm a dis ya back
I'm a swing it I'm a swing it
I'm a swing it I'm a swing it