| Maniac the name is Swift
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| Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift
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| Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music maker
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| Bounce an’MC on the court like a ball player
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| Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut
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| Making music, as the girls move and shale their butts
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| Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me They can’t compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me With the silly dictionary rhymes they spond
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| When the mike catches fire, it will melt and bend
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| Then I’ll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson
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| I’ll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can’t stop guessing
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| Who’s the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT
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| Executed lyrics by me, will leave you violated
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| Make your body get the shiversq, eyes dilated
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| Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis me That’s why the suckers watching me like TV
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| Survival of the fittest, is very vital
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| Got my weapon on auto, boy, I’m homicidal
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| Dangerous, mike packing and ill
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| My peotry is my ammo, and it’s ready to kill
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| I’ll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you know
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| I’ll make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
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| Chrome plated, highly polished, and I’m running the joint
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| I penetrate, like a hollow point
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| Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind
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| I have 100 ways to kill you while I’m saying this rhyme
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| Perpetrators, can’t even compare to this
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| I cock the hammer, pull the trigger and dis
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| Sucker MCs biting rhymes like these
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| I’ll point my weapon in your face and then I’ll start to squeeze
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| Your mind get’s nervous, your face is cold sweating
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| Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you’re getting
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| I lived a rough life from kid to a man
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| When I think of things I’ve done I say Damn !
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| What’s the deal, you know it’s real
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| Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill
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| I’m never wrong, then again I’m not right ya’ll
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| Menace I’m homicidal
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| Swift the name, dissin’MCs the game,
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| To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my fame
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| I like to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck
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| Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect
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| Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper’s commotion
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| Setting world on fire like a TNT explosion
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| Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I sung
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| I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue
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| Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive
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| Reward tall duckies four thousand or five
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| If you want to take the duckies wish yourself a good luck
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| Cuz I kill in cold bood and I don’t give a fuck
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| Come along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold
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| I’ll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I’m 80 years old
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| Proud and I’m black, giving squeezers no slack
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| I’m even deadlier then PCP caine and crack
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| I’m the mercenary, killing punks at will
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| I hate it when the brothers are acting ill
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| It’s time to get busy, and fight ya’ll
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| Word, I’m homicidal |