partner to swing

Verse 1: Check it,
I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two thumbs down like a
Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing like
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on
Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Wor*******pping the ground that
I walk on, that's cool
But while you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like
Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like
Christopher
Williams did
Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria, malaria come to ya area
You couldn't touch my style with
Hands Across
America I slaughter, spit in your water like
Kidd homes
Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like
Quincey Jones
Cause I can give
Beverly, Demi and even
Melvin Moore (more)
Van Halen,
Eddie, get
Ellen ready make
Pauly Shore (sure)
Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
Watch you collapse and die like you was
River Phoenix
Me and rap go way back like
LL's hairline
******* ******* a punch line,
I write ******* punch rhymes
I'm gorgous so when
I' m performing just leave your girls at home
I'm the best thing to happen to *******es since the straightening comb
When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms
I never go soft (never)
I make that ******* snap
Back Back
Back and Forth
Some more outtakes over
B.Rich roughbreaks
I write more rhymes han
Rick James makes license plates
So life every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Hook: They don't know
They don't need a partner to swing (X6) 'More cash in my hand' -
Grand Puba
Verse 2: Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your friends,
Chino X could make the corrinor cringe
Urinating in the audience when
I perform
Biting the heads of chickens and bats like
Ozzy O*******orne
I got multiple personalities so be afraid
The cypher is ?
I'm Jim Jones now here's the
Kool-Aid You better recognize and know the time like
Barisa or dance like
Kid'N'Play
Cause You
Ain't Gonna
Hurt Nobody
You better fear will
I knife or stick in you
Look up at the sky and ask why has
God forsaken you
Chin-wa! Bringin' new styles that
MC's couldn't start
While the walls be closin' in on them like fat around
Dr. J's heart
To keep in shape
I scrap knives and
I take lives
Subliminally
I encourage teenage suicide
When my video is on the
Box you gets to orderin'
People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin
I was bitter got richer, the ******* child molester
Throwin' out my *******t like
Red Fox did
Ann Nester
Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy *******
Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to
Wild Pitch
Now like Sammy
Davis ran from the
IRS You better run from that *******
Chino X And if you score well then perform,
MC's with hesitence
Remember you can be replaced like
Ann did on
Crushed Grapes
You're man is holding you up don't front like everything is dandy
Peace to 5 foot 6 now
I'm out like
John Candy
Hook (x4)
verse 3:
So now you gottaput in time if you wanna get near me
But you can't hear me, cause you're an asshole like
Dennis Leary
Leave you crispy like the children of
Kadaffi You couldn't get no justice if you dug up
Thurgo Marshall's body
My career is right out of the bible in the show bizness
I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like
Moses If I found a new crew with same circumstances
Catch the
L and they'll be assed out like
Prince's pants
I'm back on track without another ******* urfin' me
Peace to Ragman, now
I'm out like
Freddy Mercury
So lift every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Hook (x3)