Lyrics:
[Intro:]
I was born as a thug
Kuniva
I had to no options
McVay
Y’all can’t change me
Uha
Y’all can’t stop me
D12 nigga
[Hook: Benzhan]
Move that
Swift McVay
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep comin' off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed, runnin' things my way
A selfish man,
where's the violin?
[Chorus]
[Swifty McVay]
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy
a half a P; now the police is
Put yo hands where I can see'em
Put yo hands where I can see'em
Put yo hands where I can see'em
Swifty McVay:
There's a monsta in this bitch
Gotta
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady
crap, this ain't rap
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
Ain't no way of getting rid of McVay
Haha
Swifty McVay
Mr. Porter
The Kon Artis (ah)
I told you we wasn't leavin', come on
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes
Turnt like a flip page, Swifty look shitfaced
Say peace to McVay, me and this chick take off like a sick day
Drivin' around, I said, "Let's pull over"
you on the spot no warning shot
Coming Timothy McVay I burn down your block
First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock
I got no
done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38s'll move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVay, you got somethin' to say?
Let it out
of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in
dick after dick
Dirty motherfucking dozen
The Kon Artis, motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVay, the Kuniva, Dirty father-fucking Harry
Putting
done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38s'll move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVay, you got somethin' to say?
Let it out
work?
You can get it from McVay
I'm despiteful
I tie a ho
A maniacal vile animal
Liable to leave you strapped with your Bible
I'm psycho
My bullets
so
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those
A rose of leaves, a clover chain,
I hope we both get Miss McVay
It’s time to go, I want to stay
Freckles bloom, August dreams
A Dogwood spring, a Dogwood
mind control ran rampant on planet earth
Handed to Sirhan Sirhan, Manson and Patty Hearst
The Son of Sam and Jim Jones and Tim McVay
All were brainwashed
appeal
Got no time for court appeals
Swifty McVay got me looking out for phony's
These motherfuckers ain't my homies
And these bitches don't love me
This
Enticin' (Tyson) to me
I gotta pick it up I gotta spit it up
Swifty McVay
What can I say
The hole in the way
Gotta start growin' up
Pick it up
Sew it up
my muthafuckin brotha
R.I.P., to my muthafuckin mutha
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my muthafuckin shoe
I gotta
books out of my hands ma...
And make jokes about dad and grandma
So when i throw this grenade i got from Mcvay
I'm hoping its the right damn one it lands
you Sean Mcvay
These days you'll never know that's why I be out the way
Ducked off getting sucked off til my shit soft
Niggas tryna compete but them
all day
White boy out LA like McVay
And if she tough enough
I'm instrumental, with her bossing up
Vegan treat, got me sea mossing up
I let her run
Remix
Evrod
Beth
Swifty McVay
It was my birthday (Birthday, birthday)
We was gone of that wine
Sipping all night
Thirsty (Thirsty, yeah)
Beautiful
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