DJ Kay Slay, Agallah, El-P, Danny Swain - Shit Starters lyrics

Aiyyo, the DJ Kay Slay the Drama King
And I'm rockin with the little homie
Danny motherfuckin Swain!Producer!
Rapper! Actor!
Whatever the fuck you want him to be
Ya heard me?
This is the motherfuckin "Payback" album
For you bitch-ass niggas - Let's GO!

Swainyswoopy oh my goodness
They ain't ready for this one man
Yo, uh, I'm Clark Kent in the booth
I turn to Swoopyman
You damn right I fuck fans
Call me groupie man
Propane is the clique, we get it loopy, DAMN!
Quiet on the set, action, I'm a movie MAN!
Ag the Don and Danny Swain
We the new Slick Rick and Daddy Kane
Y'all niggas Danity Kane
Pass the champagne, I rep the campaign
I rep Propane, we gooed out, butane
I'm so insane, trained to rock stadiums
They tryna hang with the bars like gymnasiums
I tell you cats to hold ya heads like
Craniums
Bullets can't stop the flow, it's titanium
Victory I'm tastin it, paper still chasin it
Top 5 I'm erasin 'em
Anthrax I'm lacin 'em
Presidents I'm takin 'em, ragged up
I'm rakin 'em
Whole things I'm breakin 'em
Shakedown I'm shakin 'em, cHEA!

Droppin that back-to back heat
At you lame-ass motherfuckers
You already KNOW what time it is
Kay Slay, Drama King, Street Sweepers!

Thanks Kay Slaycheck it
I only roll with winners (WHAT?) Never lames
(Uh) I keeps a bad bitch (Damn)
I call her Etta James (Ha ha ha)
She got a fat ass (WHOA) , tats for me
Plus the hooker's smart
She do my taxes for me (Here ya go)
I keep my friends close
And my enemies closer (Daaamn)
Got them guns tucked, inside my penny loafers
(WHAAT?) Mayne, it's D swain on the track
Got them goons on speed dial in
Case y'all niggas wanna scrap (scrap)
Don't let the frame fool ya
(uh) , I bus' a nigga's head (What?)
I do my best to school ya
Don't trust a bitch with bread
(don't trust a bitch with bread)
Cause a ho with money (uh)
She'll call the body snatchers (Daaamn)
Put a price on yo' head
Then throw a party after, uh
(WHAT?)

Ladies and gentlemen, O-M-G
I know you didn't see this one coming
Straight outta Brooklyn, my former boss
Your friend and mine, El - P!
Cheers, screams, and applause

Yo Danny! Yo, I need you to get the cab man
And uh, $15 plus tip happy to meet you
(hey) , limped here from a shattered town
Grew into a firefly
Shinin where the shadows frown
Where other sinners sin
We limp in unison like cattle prowl
I'll legitimately signify how long
Those bastards howl
Point out to another man whose morgue
Had held the haggard down
I'll point you out a priest who'd never
GREETS to Peter Pan and pals
(That's impossible) wink wink
Now that's an automatic party foul
Like cleanin out the bar with
Bigfoot's tossed off sanitary towels
Shit, I'm not crying wolf until
The moon is out
Duckin silver bullet kids and pull the
Flesh off grills and strips what a zing
The plate of full clips sip gin and sping
Who glutted the wasted man, pull the trigger
Click and grin better have ya floaties on
Tighter than a gastric ring
I'll drown you and ya super peers
Fill the baby pool with tears
I'll see you all in hell in flames
I'm chasin city money cyclone in a summer
Ride my dick until you're sittin funny