K-Rino - Swag Killer lyrics

Swag? Haha! Here we go

Snatch 'em up and let's throw 'em in trunks
Everywhere I turn my head dudes
Is lookin' like punks
You keep wearing all them tight shirts
Your chest might crack
Listen fool grown men ain't supposed
To dress like that
And what's up with them stockings
That you trynna wear?
Got strong ass pretty boy dyin' his hair
They say there ain't no men that teach boys
They fadin' out quick
I hope you didn't have a daddy
Cause if so he need his ass kicked!
I'm in the spot, hoping to see mics breakin'
Then you jump up on the stage
With all that bouncin' and shakin'
This might be the wildest thing there
Ever was in the world
I seen a rapper twerking one time
And it wasn't a girl
Just accept your manhood fool
Your life could improve
You a 32 year old dude
With lights on your shoes
And if I tell him move around
He got the right to refuse
But they gonna see me charged with offing
Him that night on the news

Cause, I'm the Swag killer
The Swag-the Swag killer
I'm the Swag killer, the Swag the Swag killer
I'm the rapper cap peeler
Add body bag zilla!

I'll run you off the block
Weather it's your fault or not
You need to get a 3X man
Your shirt look like a halter top
Yeah man, I know we supposed to be brothers
But on your album cover
Why y'all stand so close to each other?
I might roll up to your residence
Kick in the doors
Thought I was in your little sister's room
Turned out it was yours
I'm ready to come and show you
What my whole team 'bout
Grab a pair of grip pliers and
Snatch your nose ring out
They could probably swim across that
Blood river you made
I'mma shave that relaxer off your head
And give you a fade you a star
So you in the photo-shoots with photographers
I ain't never seen gangster
Rappers use choreographers
You're corny and you're basic
Plus your image is childish
Makes me wanna beat the hell out
Of you and your stylist
Police can't even save you when
I'm doing my damage
Ring the grease out of your hair then
Go fry me a fish sandwich

Cause, I'm the Swag killer
The Swag-the Swag killer
I'm the Swag killer, the Swag the Swag killer
I'm the rapper cap peeler
Add body bag zilla!
You in Hollywood with no local
Or out of town fans
Ain't nobody at the shows but
You and the sound man
Now you standin' hear explainin'
Trying not to get crushed
But we can't have this conversation 'til
You wipe off that blush
See I've been blessed with realness
Tried and hood-tested
And you should be arrested for them
Pictures in your press kick
Not the one to be messed with
Cause, I'm much worse
Your clothing line ain't nothing but
A dozen airbrushed shirts
I'mma burn your wardrobe from your
Socks to your collar
How you gonna make it rain and try
To go pick up your own dollars?
Lookin' like a clown matters if
You get paid stacks
Climbing out of a limousine wearing
Them 9th grade slacks in front of masses
I'm teaching daily Swag less classes
Silly asses walking around with no
Lens in they glasses
I got a surprise for all these feminine guys
Run up on stage and snap
Them contacts out 'ya eyes cause, I'm the