I'm A Swing It Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

I'm a swing it 

Watch me bring it 

To the next level 

The graphic devils 

Gettin' funky like the Nevilles 

Brothers from the bayou 

So why you wanna trip? 

Just play the sideline kid 

And wait for me to trip 

'Cause I can feel it in the air tonight 

But yo I'm not Phil Collins 

I'm more like Henry Rollins 

'Cause I search and destroy 

Retoy with the plot 

Tryin' to get what I got 

Ya might get shot 

Hot damn I'm a slam ya like ONYX 

Then teach ya how to write a rhyme 

Like hooked on Phonics 

Mother Goose ain't got shit on me 

'Cause I get loose at the jam 

And wreck the whole party 

I make em' jump and mosh 

Oh, my gosh 

The're slamin' in the pit 

When I'm kickin' my shot 

They're buggin' at the eyes 

'Cause I got mad styles 

And ain't a damn thing funny 

I get money in piles 

Some people thought I died 

That's just a rumor though 

Others thought I fell off 

But now I'm numero uno 

Dos not cuatro 

Word to Kool Kieth 

I'm a break up your teeth 

When I die 

(Die) 

Bury me 

(Me) 

Hang my balls from a cherry tree 

(Tree) 

Let them get ripe and take a bite 

And if they don't taste right 

Then don't blame D 

(D) 

You need to quit swingin' 

The styles that I'm bringin' 

The funk knuckle dragon 

The kids on the wagon 

I'm not the 12 stepper 

Don't play me like a lepper 

My mic sounds nice 

But it's not salt-n-pepa 

Well, it's the man with the plan 

To get all your skins 

The tip of my dick 

Is where the line begins 

So hoe's form a line 

Take off that swine 

Strip your ass butt naked 

Let's see if you can take it 

'Cause I'll make you feel 

Like a natural women 

'Cause I keep it comin' 

I'm the everlastin' 

Free style assasin 

My soul and my goal 

Is to bring a little passion 

To your girl's life like the Daily Sun 

Throw her down on the bed 

And tie her up wit ropes 

I'm just another rager with a Dairy Face 

Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race 

You need to step back kid 

And give me some space 

So I can cold spark the party 

When I'm rockin' the place 

Danny Boy's arrivin' 

I stand six five and a half, don't laugh kid 

The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker 

On a highway to hell 

'Cause I never tell 

Well, it's the funk back breaker 

We heat it up like Jamaica 

Don't bring your woman 

To the party cause I'll take her 

Hit the deck 

'Cause I'm down with the Hoolis 

I got a trunk full of funk 

Like the groovy doolies 

I'm not the man 

But I'll ask who was he? 

Quick's hot the hair 

Do just like Ruth Buzzy 

Runnin' 'round town 

Like ya been to jail son 

But ya hit the swap meet 

To get your hair and your nail done 

Get off my sack 

'Cause your shit is wack 

Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back 

I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it 

I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it