Swann Gangg lyrics

by

Das Racist


(Yo, when I was just a little boy
My grandma used to sing me a little song
And it went, and it went like this)

Rap rap music

Silly babies running sh*t
Silly babies running sh*t
Swann Gangg, Swann Gangg
This sh*t is the raw, man
[Hook]
f*ck your favorite anything
You f*cking suck at everything
You f*cking suck for anything
Nickel, socks, go!

[Verse 1: Lakutis]
Me and D go and the pageantries roll out
The dancers get dolled up
The elephants dub down
The tigers get sucked off
You and your mans get f*cked up
The marmosets jumps up and stab a b*tch

Catch me slam dancing in the pit
Like Lazarus
Something corny like the industry
f*cked up
The bones have been picked clean
But Myer gets laughed up
(Art)
The point is I'm the man
Just pick up the e-chain

All you little birches get dusted out
Suck it
All you f*cking Fergusons my mother f*cking sons and sh*t
Like my name was Clarissa and my father was an architect
b*tch hair, Birkenstocks, everything!

Dead like my father was a carpenter
I ain't have no father why my sh*t be so immaculate
I'm the richest man cause mines is the purest avarice
Mines is the finest advocates
Picture a f*cking tarantula

[Hook x2]
f*ck your favorite anything
You f*cking suck at everything
You f*cking suck for anything
Swann Gangg genesis

[Verse 2: DVS]
You now rocking with the young John Belushi
I spit sh*t in your champagne
Cough on your sushi
My sick, sinister campaign
All the girls try to sue me and this
This is a damn shame, so many groupies

Street urchin, market a beast
Up on a fleece, when ya seen him
Seen a marketing genius
I guess I'm open
Told by Serena to peace
But ya'll saw loving
Talking to Venus

It's the DVS, opposite of a Seacrest
Top of the heap, here, playa
Chopping your weak chest
To be the man you gotta beat the man
You need a manager?
Just deliver your pizza man

Top bridges knocking on ya'll bidness
Give me guap that's what Willis is talking about, b*tches
(Remember, the show?)
f*ck ya'll if you don't feel this
Swann Gangg was a popular group - and still is

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Lakutis]
I flow both ages
Oh, dope shapeshift
Kevin so blow
With goat rope
With the Oasics

[DVS]
So flagrant
Running the place ragin'
I leavin' the whole nation
Is royalty, bodacious

[Lakutis]
Got the Kiwi Capri-Sun
See, son, each one, beseech one
Beast ball, b*tch
Brando apocalypse
Now re-dub
Daddy Warbucks, Mommy Mean Mugs
Hold me on this sh*t
No refunds!

[DVS]
Piff to the Matrix
Lipton Brisk ass mix
b*tch, get a face lift
I spit liquid amazin'
I drink liquor with bacon
I don't think you can visit my station

[Lakutis]
Screaming keep Yerk out the moon roof
Till my feet hurt
Leaving out the teeth, Burt
Hoop out the Jeep, sir

[DVS]
I'm back on my Deepak Chopra
Relax, I spit the crack that could relapse over ya

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