[Verse 1:]
Yo I'm tryin' to make these kids stop cursin', and these clones
Would agree, I'm the hip-hop version of Quincy Jones

Could it be? A maestro with a nice flow
Like clothes and !@() hoes, and drive a white Rov'?
Ho! Y'all mutha$#&@as still don't get it

I can spit some superficial %#@! and still won't let it
Define my persona, I'm fine wine plus I'ma
Refined rhymer, line for line

It's my time to shine
...yeah, like a lamp, flourescent
Haters spit on me and wanna see the champ more pleasant?

^!$$% please, I know you tired of the kid
And the fire that he spits, I'm as live as it gets
Black jeans, yes -- but a throwback? No

The best Kappa on the scene since Ho Frat Ho
All these other rappers wanna do is smoke that dro
But I'm tryin' to get my paper let my dough smack mo'

Whoa...did I hurt your head?
Yo, maybe I should use smaller words instead
I don't know if you noticed or not

But so far, this album hasn't even gone over the top
You don't even know if I'm focused or not
While you debate, I'ma pick which Ford Focus to cop

$#&@ a Benz, and I don't want a Beemer
Rather have a shack, and a styrofoam water heater, uh
"But didn't Danny say he drove a white Rov'?"

I was bull%#@!tin', but thanks for paying attention though
You couldn't stop me with divine intervention, no
But you can catch me at the Rhymers' Convention, yo

I'll be the guest speaker
I'd be the best teacher
I'd spit some lyrical bullets and watch your chest leak a

Gallon of blood, drop face-down in the mud
You just mad they called that new Mase album a dud
Welcome ME back


[Chorus: Danny! talking]
I see y'all muh'$#&@as right now man

Y'all ain't even expect me to come back
You'll be sittin' there with a lil' smile on your face
Like, "awww, he gon' fail, he gon' fail"

But naw, $#&@ that %#@!
Y'all muh'$#&@as make me laugh, dog
I'm actually...man, y'all entertain me

I'm here to entertain y'all
Y'all makin'me laugh, what the $#&@
C'mon now


[Verse 2:]
My redemption song

Is sweeter than a senior citizen with dentures on
I never really meant to leave you, it's been so long
You know I write eighty miles an hour, pen so strong, uh

My first LP? Critics didn't like it
But it's all good, just as long as pregnant women buy THIS
I don't care if ^!$$%s hate on my %#@! because

The negativity just gives me a buzz
And I appreciate the radio spins
(Y'all muh'$#&@as got me on the radio real good, that %#@! was mad funny yo)

Your show is trash, watch who get the last laugh
Half-ass wack ^!$$%, lookin' like you crashed
Your face into a brick wall, ^!$$% get some balls

And get off of my nuts
You lost yo' mind, cuz?
I ain't the best lookin' ^!$$%, but damn

This ugly muh'$#&@a must've got hit by a Grand Am
Am, I being too hard on this ^!$$%?
Can't believe I $#&@in' wasted four bars on this ^!$$%, peep

How I transition back, but damn this and that
'Cause this is where it's at
I used to wear a hat but my head kinda swolled up

Dropped "The College Kicked-Out", everybody goin' nuts
Didn't think I had it in me
I drink a splash of Remy

These half-rappers only half-offend me, I ain't $#&@in' with 'em
The whole world can kiss my $$# 'til their lips stick to my pants
Controversy like Lindsay Lohan gettin' breast implants
I'm the next Rembrandt of rap
Give me a chance, in fact

I'll have you shakin' like a panic attack
Dammit I'm back and I ain't goin' nowhere
Everybody so scared 'cause I'm so prepared
It's D. Swain, I'm still pimpin', still smackin' snitches
Still flowin' ill and the rap's vicious

I'm back (*##$es

[Chorus: Danny! talking]
Y'all muh'$#&@as man, y'all ain't got %#@! else better to do, dog
What y'all need to do right now is anticipate my arrival dog, I'm back

Muh'$#&@in' pull out the red carpets and %#@!, dog
Pull out the flowers and %#@!
Get the elephants, man get the $#&@in' giraffes and %#@!
Dog, I'm back in this (*##$
%#@!, long time comin'

2005, c'mon man