(Opening) Yo Hello, Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Eric but people call me Kwan

I'm that Swan guy from Reckless Tendencies
So hi, I got my eyes on you like broken dependencies
I'm stupendously insane horrendously rocking inane

mundane mother$#&@ers tremendously mocking me,
Hide in yo fo' do' when I pop you with my fo'fo'
Oh I go on a spree with my JG poppin three like xanax

So relax it's just a game, It's a shame really
Snipah's hidin' in bushes like they gillies
I see em all, I'll stall y'all while my crew decks the mall

You workin' with a stone wall McMother$#&@er, I'll $#&@ you up
like the clowns in the alley behind McDonalds
While you dilly dally I'll tally another one of you models

To the board, ayo, check out my score

HOOK:

Hit the breaks small son
I'm numba-1 like frosted flakes
You don't got what it takes

To be a motha$#&@in' G, Come-on
God damn man I can't sing
But motha$#&@a Imma swing on you

Oh you
Man, motha$#&@a imma swing on you



Son of a gun he's at it again (Weird voice)
Won't you stay and listen friend?

Yeti da' foe, he's a hoe that goes by the name Dhafo
Meet me at the gym
I'll rip you like Ammo when I made his nan sore just thinkin

about our proper rumble, don't stumble come on man
Fumble the verse, trip and fall into a hearse
no time to rehearse, there is no reverse

Not a fanfiction but your addiction to atheron is sickenin'
Diss me, my prediction is that you'll depict me as a loser
who's usin' and abusin' to get an upper hand

Man, I'mma rubber band around you like Napi v-dancing
prancing around your glancing bullets, get happy whitey
Shots fired, nighty nighty, facing the almighty



Verse 3:


(Laughing)


Give me the mic, I'm a little bit psyched
sike, feel free to dislike and take a hike
Matter of fact I'll ride my bike

$#&@ a car, I don't need a vegas to drive 20
Gently rip you wit my semi, I got plenty
of reasons to jack you honey

Screw money I don't need it dummy
Handing out oscars like their on sale at the dollar store
Me and my friends we'll go to war, pop my collar and ride

Bonafide gangsta he cried, until I came up and he died
My brains fried, you'd be misguided if you think this a real rap
It's a joke folks, had to keep a promise

Got No conscience anymore, No accomplice anymore
But yo, I'm conscious, I'm awake, damn..
Man I'm baked