Swag Killer - K Rino

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 tap killer, 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 tap killer, 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…