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- Timothy Jon / Marcy
- Kevin
 
Swifty McVay - Whatever You Want lyrics
[Intro: Eminem]
 Haha, Swifty McVay!
 Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)
 I told you we wasn't leavin, c'mon!
 [Swifty McVay:]
 I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)
 Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical
 Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it
 And the Pope couldn't prevent me from shittin on niggaz
 Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin
 into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)
 A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man's face
 so fast it'll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)
 Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith 'n Wessons
 just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)
 Parental discretion, I'll send you a video
 with me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)
 When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo' innocence
 I'll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo' egg Bene-dick {AHH!}
 Usin yo' balls to play tennis with (hah)
 You'll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses
 [Chorus x2: Swifty McVay]Swifty McVay - Whatever You Want - http://motolyrics.com/swifty-mcvay/whatever-you-want-lyrics.html
 (MOTHERFUCK!) Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasn't killin shit
 (WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently
 (PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly
 (DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry
 [Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter:]
 You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
 I have nuts of a horse, and you ain't got no balls
 Come runnin with tec-9's whenever niggaz would call
 Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
 I don't give a FUCK, who you call to come
 You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one
 That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me
 You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these
 situations you in, don't get that "Purple Pills" shit confused
 with us bein cool up here singin "My Band"
 I'm sure you see these little kids cryin over me man
 They'll do anything for a fuckin autograph
 So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and
 I'll show you the meanin of die-hard fans
 Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act
 A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
 That's what I mean by get, back










