[Intro: Rolex B]

Yo I got the swag, man

I’m turned up in the hood

Yeah the hood, yeah the hood

Yeah the hood hood hood, yeah

Yo I got the swag, man

I’m turned up for the hood

The hood, the hood

The wub wub wub doodle a doodle a

Uhhhhh, ha ha ha

[Chorus: Rolex B]

Yo I got the swag, man

Turned up for the hood

Yo I got the swag, man

Turned up for the wub wub wub

Yo I got the swag, man

Turned up for the hood

Yo I got the swag, man

Swaggy McJaggy man

[Verse 1; Life’s Complex]

Guess I’ll start by rapping ‘bout myself

Cause that’s what everybody’s doing and it’s cool as hell

Fuck that, that’s not why I’m in rap

Oh sure, man, I could brag, but really what good is that?

Should I give it to ‘em Jizza? (Big Magellan: Fuck yeah!)

You got a platform but you say nothing

You’re way past my level but you can’t refrain

From talking how you make money like it’s nothing, okay

I’m not Lupe Fiasco, no kick push swagger

No I don’t talk about how my chick badder

In fact, take the “I” out the lines just uttered

Let’s try to see clear like there ain’t no shutters

First off, fuck you for judging my opinion on the subject

You thinking that you’re thuggish then you need to be bludgeoned

All up on your head, and leave the blood running

Like he bust a cap and heard the cops coming

Okay, back to my main topic

It’s a hot one think the kids would call it hot shit

When you start from the bottom man you got to drive hard

But if you start at the top man that engine gon’ stall

I’m not saying if you’re rich then you’re lazy

Look at Drake man that... Jimmy made it

Middle of the pack to the top of the class

I’m just saying that you’re lacking in engagement

But let’s be honest you don’t really care

“Oh he’s talking to the streets and I am not there.”

Motherfucker is you deaf? The point of this project

Is to teach you how to gain some respect for your punk ass

Complex

[Verse 2: Rolex B]

Turn it up…

Mess with me, I am going hard in the paint

Look I’m not gay, but I’ll still lick your taint

You wanna step up to this I am the best

I am number one and fuck all the rest see (swag swag swag)

Look, I’m the best you’re the worst

I always come in second I mean I always come in first, look

You don’t come in any place you don’t get a medal

I’m so hardcore, I am number pe-

Fuck, shit, ass, cunt

All words Eminem uses on the daily

But I’m Eminem’s prodigy, he

Is the motherfucker who pays me, look

I’m the number one…

Sike I’m a white kid call me the cracker

But I’m a cracker with a sick whip

Sike I’m 15 I don’t have my driver’s license yet uh

Look, look, I’m the best y’all

Everyone is stepping up to me like heh y’all, yeah

I don’t even know what I’m saying

But look, I’ma teach you call me super saiyan (swag swag swag)

[Verse 3: Vile Diarrhea]

Cypher number two this is going to be hot

Brace for impact while my words are like the crack of the shot

Two bars just ain’t enough for me to set things on fire

But now I’ve got a can of gas and a brand new lighter

Get off of the tracks or you’ll be meeting the train

Caboose is made of lightning and a passenger car of pain

This train is just so fly that it’s heading to the sky

Head above the clouds so I’m avoiding the rain

Nah, I’m no professional, I ain’t even underground

I’m just a kid with a laptop and a need for good sound

I could spit as well as any other rapper alive, nah

Not actually, but I sure as hell can try

I see your bowels loosen as I’m dropping on this beat

My words just made you shit yourself because your rapping is weak

You better watch your back while pouring water on that burn

Because you can bet your ass that Diarrhea will return

Damn it!

[Verse 4: Big Django]

Big Django on the mic

Yeah, let’s hit it

Aww shit

Met a girl over the summer now she fucking with my head

Now I’m thinking ‘bout analyzing every word I said, shit

Now I don’t know where I’m going

Got my crew, got my fam, and now I got my verse flowing, fuck

LTGJ 3, ain’t got shit on me

I’m rolling and flowing and growing I’ll [?] we’ll see

[Verse 5: Big Magellan]

Big Magellan here, straight flowing

Bringing back G-funk with the sound of tribe

You know I’m The Pelican

Now over to Forrest

[Verse 6: Lieutenant General Jizza the 3]

Yeah

Yo, Complex, started up in this rap game

Just a little homie, never seen no fame

But one day he’s gon’ be big

Shit, I’ll go acapella on this track I don’t need the fucking beat

Uh, yeah

I don’t remember how it went, but I’m thinking that

It’s probably got a simple beat, I’ma keep snapping

Cause I don’t got no fucking sense of rhythm

Because I’m white, Complex

You’re the only person I can see right now

So I’m gonna keep rapping ‘bout you

Uhh, he’s got a sister, she’s not attractive

Mom, is also not attractive

Complex, he’s... medium attractive

Rolex, very not attractive

Tic Tac? More like Ugly Motherfucker Squad

Have you seen these guys?

I’m done, hit space bar

[Outro: Rolex B]

Alright, (*coughs*)

That was good