Mumbles by Mr. Swing Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Raaa, I'm a fucking monstrosity
Anonymous man with some anonymous animosity
Hands off of me, can't touch this, I win flawlessly
Fuck a dog, beware of me, proceed cautiously
I'm not ya dog, ya got the damn word backwards
In the backwoods, burn in' backwoods
While you bastards, struggle to write a rap verse
Putting the beat in a black hearse
Going harder than sixty digit passwords
This a…
[Verse 2]
Big man flow, y'all looking up to a yardstick
While I'm sticking' out more than a crip at a target
Started, going hard dropping beats like its my pocket
Disregard the fake shit like a fart with an armpit
And its, tit for tat in the parlor when I'm bartering
Brought'em in his daughter, then it got weird like Dennis Rodman
All these hoes always barging in when I'm gardening
Found the new rap jesus, took 'em out back
And then I martyr'd him
Hard as sin, you can find y'all's trash up in my garbage bin
Oh you another Mr. I'm good BUT nowhere near as hard as him
What they say…
[Verse 3]
Said do it again, bring it back, Hester if you wanna
Do it twice, double back, do it like Pastrana
The ferocity bursts outta me, rabid a piranha
Lazyboys in a sauna, now you rushin' like Natasha
I'm on ya thick, like chinchilla
Chin-checkin' kids who speaks ill of J Dilla
Mr. Swing is not one to speak ill of
Unless its in correction if ya think ya spits illa
Sip on Folgers, while I fold her like manilla
This girl has gone wild and I'm off to bear gryllz her
Raaa, I'm a fucking monstrosity
Anonymous man with some anonymous animosity
Hands off of me, can't touch this, I win flawlessly
Fuck a dog, beware of me, proceed cautiously
I'm not ya dog, ya got the damn word backwards
In the backwoods, burn in' backwoods
While you bastards, struggle to write a rap verse
Putting the beat in a black hearse
Going harder than sixty digit passwords
This a…
[Verse 2]
Big man flow, y'all looking up to a yardstick
While I'm sticking' out more than a crip at a target
Started, going hard dropping beats like its my pocket
Disregard the fake shit like a fart with an armpit
And its, tit for tat in the parlor when I'm bartering
Brought'em in his daughter, then it got weird like Dennis Rodman
All these hoes always barging in when I'm gardening
Found the new rap jesus, took 'em out back
And then I martyr'd him
Hard as sin, you can find y'all's trash up in my garbage bin
Oh you another Mr. I'm good BUT nowhere near as hard as him
What they say…
[Verse 3]
Said do it again, bring it back, Hester if you wanna
Do it twice, double back, do it like Pastrana
The ferocity bursts outta me, rabid a piranha
Lazyboys in a sauna, now you rushin' like Natasha
I'm on ya thick, like chinchilla
Chin-checkin' kids who speaks ill of J Dilla
Mr. Swing is not one to speak ill of
Unless its in correction if ya think ya spits illa
Sip on Folgers, while I fold her like manilla
This girl has gone wild and I'm off to bear gryllz her