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swift - the gooch lyrics

[hook]

-samples-
(who you think you dealing with?)
(i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck now)
(who you think you dealing with?)
(don’t take me for a joke i’m no comedian)
x2

[verse 1: swifty mcvay]

i’m a schizophrenic, rappers better panic
cause our planet went in danger the moment swifty landed
i revolve around the globe, start from my home
then come back when everybody on the earths gone
automatics, i cl!ck clack it & spazz
i’m ill enough to blast a n-gga backwards tragically (b-tches)
sip acid, slamming your grandmother in front of traffic
and causing a multiple car crash (this is)
black magic, a rap addict that splits cabbages
faster than jack rabbits in heat, blasting the street
all in your mouth like cavity creeps
i graduated from amityville academy [?]
have a gang sn-tch the battery packs off these b-st-rds
kidnap ’em in vans till they’re coughing up plasma
the worst serial k!ller since the boston m-ssacre
i’m laughing in court with a face full of sarcasm
an acid dropper, tablet popper
mixed with a m-ssive amount of medicine copped from over the counter (b-tch)
there’s red around my nostrils, a rotten scoundrel
with a mountain full of powder right on top of my album
i sniff it then get lifted, i be on that bullsh-t
leave the crib to put a body on this biscuit
rusty trigger with the serial number missin’
you don’t know who the f-ck you’re dealing with, it’s swifty

[hook]

-samples-
(who you think you dealing with?)
(i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck now)
(who you think you dealing with?)
(don’t take me for a joke i’m no comedian)
x2

[verse 2: sean strange]

sean michael, more torture for your [?]
give a f-ck about a hater, you can call me what you gotta
i’m not your ordinary type of rapper, bro
you’re a caitlyn jenner f-ggot at a fashion show
if you don’t have my dough, imma hide in your back yard
and wait for you to walk up & then you get cracked hard
i’m like a rap god & you a bench warmer
a label rob me? imma show up at your headquarters
like where the money at? go get the checkbook
or imma introduce you to a motherf-cking death hook
[?] to the grave plot
i’ll wrap the mic around my arm like the tattoo that cool j got
if they hot, i’m like the twin towers burning down
you ain’t the king homie, i think you should return the crown
i’ll murder crowds, they’ll be [?] like the walking dead
and you may find yourself in another world like a talking head
come get your fortune read, i’ll show you why you’re unhappy
try & coach me, imma beat you down like puff daddy
married to game but the b-tch keep cheating, d-mn
will all the rappers on that dairy sh-t like peter pan
i’m not an evil man, but quickly i could turn to one
don’t talk to me about hip-hop if you ain’t heard of pun
one love to my father, i’ll keep your name alive
for every moment i’m here until the day i die

[hook]

-samples-
(who you think you dealing with?)
(i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck now)
(who you think you dealing with?)
(don’t take me for a joke i’m no comedian)
x2

[verse 3: swifty mcvay]

i was raised just a sinner, you was just a sinner
but i’m a real -ss n-gga & you just a pretender
my words is like a splinter that you could never get into
a grudge holder, never ever forgive a n-gga
i’m maniacal, so try me hoe
you can get your sh-t slit open like a pistachio, hear you n-ggas admiral
i be [?] sh-t that’s unimaginable
when i’m doing tragical actions, i be acting like it ain’t happened, yo
they get to yapping, now they call a truce
now they using rapping & that’s n-ggas favorite excuse
i used to be loveable, now they call me troublesome
i walk in a room & motherf-ckers get uncomfortable
they wanna know my m.o., something that’s untouchable
indestructible, knucklehead that’ll outmuscle you
i do what i must do, i’m f-cking up your hustle too
i’m [?] industrial curse

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