House Of Pain - I'm A Swing It lyrics

[Chorus 1] On and just on, and [x10] I'm a swing it Wach me bring to the next level To grab DeNevel's Getting funky like the devil Brothers from the Bijou So why you wanna trip Just play the side lines Kid, and wait for me to slip Cause I can feel it in the ait tonight But yo I'm not Phil Collins Or, unlike Henry Rollins Cause I'm search and destroy You wanna toy wit the plot Tryin to get what I got You might get- shot Hot damn manna's son Ya got ebonics They teach ya how to write I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics Mother goose aint got sh** on me Cause I'll get loose at the jam And wreck the whole party I make 'em jump and mosh Oh my gosh Just slammin in the pit While I'm kickin my sh** They buggin in the isles Cause I got madd styles And aint a damn thing funny I get money in piles Some poeple thought I'd die Thats just a rumour, though Others thought I'd follow up But now I'm numero- Uno, Dos, not Quatro Word to Kool Keith I'm a break up ya teeth When I die, Bury me (me) Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree) Let them git ripe Then take a bite And if they don't taste right Then dont blame D You need to quit swingin, The styles that I'm bringin The Funk knuckled dragon Who gits on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Dont play me like a lever My mike sounds nice But it's not salt and pepper Well it's the man With the plan To get all your skins The tip on my dick Is where the line begins Wit all those former lines Take off that swine I'll git your a** bu*t-naked Lets see if you can take it Cause I'll make you feel Like a natural woman Cause I keep it comin I'm the everlastin' Free style a**asin With soul in my goal Is to bring a little pa**ion To your girl's life like the daily soaps Throw down on the bed And tie her up with ropes [Chorus 2] The Lyrics keep on and just on and The Lyrics keep on and just on and The Lyrics keep on and just on and On and just on and on and just on and [x2] [Chorus 1] I'm just another ranger with the Derry face Punk motherf**er in the prime of my race You need step back, kid And give me some space and rock the cold shot At the party When I'm rockin the place Danny Boy's arrivin With the standar 65 In the heft dont laugh kid The graft is survivin The out law bike With my b**h thats on the Highway to hell Cause I never tell Well it's the funk back breaker Weeded up like Jamaica Dont bring your woman to the party Cause I'll taker Hit the deck Cause I'm down wit the hoolies I got a trunk Full of funk Like the Groovey Doolies I'm not the man Brotha asked who was he Quik's got the hair do Just like Ruth Buzzy runnin' round Like you been to jail, son But ya hit the swatly To get your hair and your nails done Get off my sack Cause your sh** is wack Ya diss me And I'm a diss you back [Chorus 1 (x2)]