Attack Of The Swaggots

by FRKS

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1.	Intro 01:01	info
2.	Check 1, 2 03:51	lyrics	buy track
LYRICS: [Intro] Yo AJ, we recordin' [Hook] 1, 2 Check 1, 2, 1 ,2 Who got more style than son do None you Name a crew that I ain't run thru [Verse] Ayo, fuck your bullshit rented range rover Fuck your chauffer and them Gucci penny loafers Most you rappers need Extreme Makeovers I feel like Jay-Z when he recorded Takeover I feel like Nas with that pent-up Ether Rappers running round with Beiber-fever My styles too tremendous to let garbage bars get spit Ya’ll is walking targets kid Ya’ll is ½ hearted, rap retarded and followers Your lyrics suck dick, your beats just swallowed it I'm the bully in the rap game right now Watching ya’ll dweebs get smacked down People say I’m too much of a battle hog That I don’t write real tracks, they obviously ain't checked my catalogue But I can’t just stick to the wall like Graviton And watch ya’ll ruin these rap songs Lyrical weapons drawn Turn your life to a blur, no slur About face and I’ll wet your back, no mexican I'm finnin' to teach these kids …Lesson’s taught Quality in these bars is next to gone Unless you dig deep in the underground It’s like to hear a real emcee you got to damn near hunt them down And bait the battle with wack raps so we emerge just to shut them down [Hook] 1, 2 Check 1, 2, 1 ,2 Who got more style than son do Finnin’ to melt this cheese, no fondue [Verse] Oh you hot? Let’s set it straight, set a date Come and tussle with the lyrical heavyweight You think you fly, Imma make you levitate Crushing a rapper is the only way I can meditate It relaxes me, it calms me Bring your whole army, bitch, no one can harm me While you “yada yada” bout your money or car keys I sit back & smoke on these palm trees I don’t play no games. Do I look like a clown or carnie Hardly. And if you got beef like Arby’s I burn like flames so you looking like charred meat Can you fishy mother fuckers just like some sardines You a toy, plastic boy. A Barbie, a play thing I'm nothing less than amazing With that [Hook] Microphone check 1, 2 Check 1, 2, 1 ,2 Who got more style than son do No Ashton Kutcher, you coochie, but I will Punk you [Verse] Compared to you emo faggots Big FЯK$ on that Deebo-status: that’s my mic, punk Recognize, he’s no actress But always on the scene like Brad Pitt. Save the theatrics These rap kids out now is fictional Painting false depictions of criminals, it’s pitiful. I come out the corner swinging like Riddick Bowe. You Pacquiao I’m a Mayweather, You’ll never match my style You softer than a suede sectional Bitch made rappers bow down and look up to my testicles If you can’t rock the mic like a professional Then I suggest you leave that rhyme book up on the dresser, fool I can’t do no snapbacks & skinny jeans Too concerned with wordplay & delivery Any weak emcee come within an inch of me l get up in his chest like a fucking anti-histamine Westcoast, fresh flows, dub me Mr. Clean If you heard some weak shit, It isn’t me If I heard some dope shit, it isn’t you Cuz you don’t really sound like the shit that we listen to I spit the truth, rip the booth, fist your boo Hit the bitch, dick her down, get a brew and split like… [Outro] Real shit Dammitboy/Gutter Gold, mother fuckers No more skinny jeans No more techno beats No more swag rap
3.	John Cusack 02:33	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] Yo About me, huh? Check [Verse] Some people want to know “What’s Going On” like Marvin Shit, I know “What’s Going On” like Rakim Fly-er than Baxter Stockman, feel the wrath of a convict I am the Anthony Hopkins of your family’s Walkman Streets pronounced me dead, I’m back from the coffin Resurrected like his only begotten Yeah, how dare you cowards try to stop him Ditch the paparazzi, doing wheelies on my Kawasaki You want drama, I’ll bring the heat to your table like Benihana’s Fuck my baby's mama Ol’ fat, ugly, Oxycontin sniffing Scum-cunt, no job having, welfare recipient Bitches now-a-days is sour grapes I’m like some Sour Diesel or Grape, so it’s easy to hate Leave a path of destruction just like Katrina made Next rapper go platinum, Imma jack him at the VMA’s [Hook] I mean what I say and I say what I mean If I say Imma spray at your team, Imma do that You won’t “Say Anything” like John Cusack So watch out or get your fucking thoughts blew back [Verse] 100% Californian, born in the land of the unfortunate poor as shit Now I push foreign whips with doors that lift This rap shit is more than just choruses Get in line or get your boys folded like accordions According to my sources, your coordinates are not important You are not a factor, you’re fiction, you’re just a rapper A non-violent, no-talented ass kisser Who plays the background like Kim Kardashian’s fat sister Boy, I’m past sinister You can ask Jennifer Hudson just how I’ll do to your loved ones I’m that venomous Broads get hog-tied and sodomized Then sent to the taco shop for a Sprite & a side of carne asada fries And if she don’t bring me back the right change A right hook will make her mother fucking life change So if you wonder if your bitch is out screwing FЯK$ Wait till she comes home and tell me if her pussy queefs [Hook] I mean what I say and I say what I mean If I say Imma spray at your team, Imma do that You won’t “Say Anything” like John Cusack So watch out or get your fucking thoughts blew back [Outro] Yeah, watch out or get your fucking thoughts blew back watch out watch out Yeah, watch out or get your fucking thoughts blew back or get your fucking thoughts blew back Get a bar of this gold
4.	I'm A Fool (featuring Kda Mac) 03:31	lyrics	buy track
[Verse: FЯK$] Been this way since I was little 6 years old, stealing bags of Skittles out from Mr. Liquor Give ‘em to your older sister if she let me she her titty nipples… Never following rules my mama made for me 8:30 was bed time, I stroll in around 8:40 And looking at the plate you made for me, like… Life revolved around Transformers and Voltron Beat the shit out of another little kid at Woodglen Vista Park For saying Go-Bots was more hot… No one could tell me nothing Put an MC Ren tape in my cousin Cody’s Teddy Ruxpin Has it hella cussing, And for no reason Ripped it open and pulled out the stuffing, like fuck it [Hook: Kda Mac] I’m a fool and I love it Since day one, baby been doing dumb shit It is what it is, no apologizing At the end of the day, I just got to be me I’m a fool and I love it Since day one, baby been doing dumb shit It is what it is, no apologizing At the end of the day, I just got to be me [Verse: FЯK$] Even in junior high, I ain’t changed a bit Unruly, I took a shit in the back of the classroom during movie time And wiped my dookie on a student’s nines… Always been a hater When my mom took me out to a restaurant I’d go back to the table and take the tip she left for the waiter 12 years old, getting major paper… Got held after class for talking back Fuck that, I’m walking out And when the principal followed, I turned around and threw a rock at him… Class Clown Teachers asking my mom if there’s anything to calm his little ass down Fuck school and fuck that cap & gown I’m finn to rap now [Hook: Kda Mac] I’m a fool and I love it Since day one, baby been doing dumb shit It is what it is, no apologizing At the end of the day, I just got to be me I’m a fool and I love it Since day one, baby been doing dumb shit It is what it is, no apologizing At the end of the day, I just got to be me [Verse: FЯK$] I’ve got to make it, I got faded I took a day trip to L.A. to get famous Jumped the gate to Dr. Dre’s estate with my demo tape Just to find out the mother fucking place was vacant… Hella retarded Bum-rushing the Grammy’s Introducing myself as Puff Daddy’s newest artist Posing for pictures on the red carpet and I just sharted… Stepped on stage and got boo’d I started flipping off the crowd Tripping on them, talking loud Security had rushed us out I stuck my ass out the window when we boned out… Too much politics in rhyming I thought writing some ill rhymes would get a major label to sign me then I was told I got to give a blow job to Jimmy Iovine… [Hook: Kda Mac] I’m a fool and I love it Since day one, baby been doing dumb shit It is what it is, no apologizing At the end of the day, I just got to be me I’m a fool and I love it Since day one, baby been doing dumb shit It is what it is, no apologizing At the end of the day, I just got to be me
5.	All That 03:02	lyrics	buy track
[Verse] You’re tuned into the kingpin of the new sound I bring the heat, hot like the street’s of Sudan Quit chasing the loops you fruity tucan 2Pac’s hologram rocks liver shows than you can I’m going through some things as I mature I try to duck and dodge the allure of the unpure But battle? I’m flatter Another rapper’s glass jaw get’s shattered Your swaggers a dagger My status, Excalibur I massacre all amature challengers Cuz no matter how much money you fold I go dummy on beats I’m still hungry, you hoes I don’t care what you say, I don’t care who you are I don’t care where you stay, I don’t care about your broad I don’t care about your homes & I don’t care about your cars Said I don’t care about you holmes if you aint spitting no bars [Hook] All that “raw raw” tough guy, talking loud All that “blaw blaw” about how you lock it down I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that & I still rock a crowd All that “raw raw” tough guy, talking loud All that “blaw blaw” about how you lock it down I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that & I still rock a crowd, bitch [Verse] Swagger? Tell me, what’s “swagger”? Fuck that new jack shit, tell me what’s badder A real emcee who’s spitting these bars that truly matter Or a pussy rapper with a yeast infection in his bladder These faggots in hip-hop with pink jeans Leopard leotards and inked sleeves, straight weenies You pre-teens were born after Pac’s passing I can’t relate to none of you pop rappers I'm from the age where if someone spit weak They got slapped off stage to let a real emcee speak I'm from the time where reality peaked Screaming “fuck your salary, fucking battle me” Rappers now-a-days, they don’t answer back to disses Answer to that is “bitches” Cuz when I came up, if someone ever called me out my fucking name I’d probably rip em out they mother fucking frame & that’s real [Hook] All that “raw raw” tough guy, talking loud All that “blaw blaw” about how you lock it down I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that & I still rock a crowd All that “raw raw” tough guy, talking loud All that “blaw blaw” about how you lock it down I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that & I still rock a crowd, bitch All that “raw raw” tough guy, talking loud All that “blaw blaw” about how you lock it down I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that & I still rock a crowd All that “raw raw” tough guy, talking loud All that “blaw blaw” about how you lock it down I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that & I still rock a crowd, bitch All that “raw raw”… All that “blaw blaw”… I’m all that, & still rock a crowd I said I’m all that…
6.	Outro 00:51	info

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After noticing that multiple people in the industry were frustrated with the way hiphop was sounding, FЯK$ was one of the few who decided to speak up. This is the first release of Gutter Gold Music, in conjunction with Dammit Boy Productions.