Magic Affair - Homicidal - Sözleri

Maniac… the name is Swift 

Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift 

Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music maker 

Bounce an' MC on the court like a ball player 

Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut 

Making music, as the girls move and shale their butts 

Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me 

They can't compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me 

With the silly dictionary rhymes they spond 

When the mike catches fire, it will melt and bend 

Then I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson 

I'll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop guessing 

Who's the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT 

Executed lyrics by me, will leave you violated 

Make your body get the shiversq, eyes dilated 

Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis me 

That's why the suckers watching me like TV 

Survival of the fittest, is very vital 

Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal 



Dangerous, mike packing and ill 

My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill 

I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you know 

I'll make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row 

Chrome plated, highly polished, and I'm running the joint 

I penetrate, like a hollow point 

Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind 

I have 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this rhyme 

Perpetrators, can't even compare to this 

I cock the hammer, pull the trigger and dis 

Sucker MCs biting rhymes like these 

I'll point my weapon in your face and then I'll start to squeeze 

Your mind get's nervous, your face is cold sweating 

Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're getting 

I lived a rough life from kid to a man 

When I think of things I've done I say "Damn !" 

What's the deal, you know it's real 

Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill 

I'm never wrong, then again I'm not right ya'll 

Menace I'm homicidal 



Swift the name, dissin' MCs the game, 

To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my fame 

I like to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck 

Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect 

Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion 

Setting world on fire like a TNT explosion 

Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I sung 

I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue 

Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive 

Reward tall "duckies" four thousand or five 

If you want to take the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck 

'cause I kill in cold bood and I don't give a fuck 

Come along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold 

I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 years old 

Proud and I'm black, giving squeezers no slack 

I'm even deadlier then PCP caine and crack 

I'm the mercenary, killing punks at will 

I hate it when the brothers are acting ill 

It's time to get busy, and fight ya'll 

Word, I'm homicidal










		
			



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