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mr porter swifty mcvay - whatever you want lyrics

[intro: eminem]
haha, swifty mcvay!
mr. porter, the kon artis (ha!)
i told you we wasn’t leavin, c’mon!

[swifty mcvay:]
i come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (n-gg-)
muzzle this animal, f-ck with mechanical
gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
and the pope couldn’t prevent me from sh-ttin on n-gg-z
fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
into a casket, it happens when b-st-rds try to act masculine (hoe)
a h-ll raiser, i smack the skin off your man’s face
so fast it’ll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)
placed in a cl-ss where professors came to school with smith ‘n wessons
just to teach us a lesson, had that -ss hangin up with the flag (yeah)
parental discretion, i’ll send you a video
with me naked havin a session on my urinal (respect it! hah!)
when you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo’ innocence
i’ll be waitin ready to a.k. you and yo’ egg bene-d-ck {ahh!}
usin yo’ b-lls to play tennis with (hah)
you’ll be in some sh-t like flies and f-ck the witnesses

[chorus x2: swifty mcvay]
(motherf-ck!) n-gg-z that doubt and thought we wasn’t killin sh-t
(what!) whatever you want, we providin it diligently
(pump!) double barrel wherever we go willingly
(dumpin!) on opposition in the streets or industry

[kon artis a.k.a. mr. porter:]
you was born i was hatched, but you came out deformed
i have nuts of a horse, and you ain’t got no b-lls
come runnin with tec-9’s whenever n-gg-z would call
bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up cl-ssway halls
i don’t give a f-ck, who you call to come
you came with thirty n-gg-z, i only came with one
that just goes to show you how much scr-p a n-gg- got in me
you gone off henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
situations you in, don’t get that “purple pills” sh-t confused
with us bein cool up here singin “my band”
i’m sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
they’ll do anything for a f-ckin autograph
so say that sh-t loud enough out of the f-ckin crowd and
i’ll show you the meanin of die-hard fans
saddam hussein who sews, who radical act
a mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
that’s what i mean by get, back; i mean get, back
or find your head detached from that mitch-ll & ness
so find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh i digress
i guess i’m just too fresh, to finish that line
denaun’s ain’t next

[chorus]

- mr porter swifty mcvay lyrics

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