Mr. Porter - Swag Juice (Chonkyfire Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] I have no idea what I'm doing I have no idea what I'm doing, but [Verse 1: Eminem] Everybody get up, sit up Christopher They're miserable without you, Superman is a- -live and he's flowing like the Mystic River Girl dont act like you never been kissed before One, two, three, four, five, six, this a Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser How did anybody ever find me, I disap- -peared I was hiding in Freeway's beard, just a Hop skip and a jump from my skin, gushing Nails into my face that I been pushing Hellraiser, my face is my pincushion It's like when I'm on the mic, I can squish a s**er like a vice-grip, my pen put ya In the slaughterhouse cause ya styles been butchered I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on My brain's on hyperdrive someone put the brakes on [Hook] Here's a smidget admitted to get your digits, Bridget Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice [Verse 2: Mr. Porter] I got it figure out now n***a See, my minds on my money right here And no one stopping how getting it And Heinz should never left when I was Living And probably wouldn't be getting pressed by all these women And then again, I wouldn't rap the ones I was diggin' So annihilate the looking, and talking alot about the hood; Kim'n, Kim'n Uh, So selena wheels, just like my dad talks about more John Dick'n This girl talkin' how she pregrent, she crazy, so later I crushed that ho, and left baby And never trust her, no sh**! Even she specialize in ma**aging on my testicles And I never trust her, a whole lot, even on the first date, she basically get her mouth rimmed And turn around and ask me for a kiss, no b**h I'm straight And I never really get concerned how my own dick tastes I think I'm about to slip on my swag juice I think I'm about to slip on your swag juice (Oh, no! No! Don't slip on your swag juice) Ye, ye! I think I'm about to slip on my swag juice [Hook] [Verse 3: Eminem] Slim is in the house, simmer down there sister Bound to get you dizzy cause he gets as busy as a Bee, baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit And I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick, is it? Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya I want a kiss 'fore I blow this b**h to smithe- -reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ- -ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh Turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor Cheka chicka, checka chicka, cheka-cheka chicka Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker Wait a minute, I just dropped my necklace in the liquor Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it's six o- -clock in the morning 'less you want to get some dessert [Hook]