Told you in the 90's I ain't Sega, try n play me
Born knowing I'm the best, yet try to persuade me
Listen to my music, just proves these rappers are lazy
Close your mouth in my roadhouse, im Patrick Swayze
Never started out to be the best, only pass the test
Doing it better than rest, while resisting arrest
I confess, don't say it with your chest
Anywhere around me without a bulletproof vest
16 clips, few grenades and body armor
I glow green and nuke your ass when I bomb ya
Lil coincided I like to boast more than most
Kill you and come back just so I can haunt your ghost
Just know I'm not your friend nor your enemy
I'm the DaggaMan the king you all pretend to be
Before I begin, list sin & your next of kin
& emergency contact so I can phone a friend
I'm a sleeper, opened my vintage trapper keeper
Wrote the game a rhyme and evolved to the grim reaper
For you it's scary, its like verbal pictionary
Said words are my weapons, kill you with a dictionary
Non adversary like wearing shorts in February
I lost my title on the 5th Thursday of nevuwary
You not like me, see I'm cut from a different cloth
Like your 1st lame tattoo, I dont wash off
I'm your worst nightmare standing before in the flesh
Literally rip your heart and lungs out your chest
As a killer emcee, I show you what the grammar do
As a contractor, eager show you what the hammer do
Propaganda is fear, what you sneezing over
Garbage rappers careers like the nba, the seasons over
DaggaMan - Swayze Lyrics
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Told you in the 90's I ain't Sega, try n play me
Born knowing I'm the best, yet try to persuade me
Listen to my music, just proves these rappers are lazy
Close your mouth in my roadhouse, im Patrick Swayze
Never started out to be the best, only pass the test
Doing it better than rest, while resisting arrest
I confess, don't say it with your chest
Anywhere around me without a bulletproof vest
16 clips, few grenades and body armor
I glow green and nuke your ass when I bomb ya
Lil coincided I like to boast more than most
Kill you and come back just so I can haunt your ghost
Just know I'm not your friend nor your enemy
I'm the DaggaMan the king you all pretend to be
Before I begin, list sin & your next of kin
& emergency contact so I can phone a friend
I'm a sleeper, opened my vintage trapper keeper
Wrote the game a rhyme and evolved to the grim reaper
For you it's scary, its like verbal pictionary
Said words are my weapons, kill you with a dictionary
Non adversary like wearing shorts in February
I lost my title on the 5th Thursday of nevuwary
You not like me, see I'm cut from a different cloth
Like your 1st lame tattoo, I dont wash off
I'm your worst nightmare standing before in the flesh
Literally rip your heart and lungs out your chest
As a killer emcee, I show you what the grammar do
As a contractor, eager show you what the hammer do
Propaganda is fear, what you sneezing over
Garbage rappers careers like the nba, the seasons over
Born knowing I'm the best, yet try to persuade me
Listen to my music, just proves these rappers are lazy
Close your mouth in my roadhouse, im Patrick Swayze
Never started out to be the best, only pass the test
Doing it better than rest, while resisting arrest
I confess, don't say it with your chest
Anywhere around me without a bulletproof vest
16 clips, few grenades and body armor
I glow green and nuke your ass when I bomb ya
Lil coincided I like to boast more than most
Kill you and come back just so I can haunt your ghost
Just know I'm not your friend nor your enemy
I'm the DaggaMan the king you all pretend to be
Before I begin, list sin & your next of kin
& emergency contact so I can phone a friend
I'm a sleeper, opened my vintage trapper keeper
Wrote the game a rhyme and evolved to the grim reaper
For you it's scary, its like verbal pictionary
Said words are my weapons, kill you with a dictionary
Non adversary like wearing shorts in February
I lost my title on the 5th Thursday of nevuwary
You not like me, see I'm cut from a different cloth
Like your 1st lame tattoo, I dont wash off
I'm your worst nightmare standing before in the flesh
Literally rip your heart and lungs out your chest
As a killer emcee, I show you what the grammar do
As a contractor, eager show you what the hammer do
Propaganda is fear, what you sneezing over
Garbage rappers careers like the nba, the seasons over
Writer: James McCoy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid