Danny! - Shit Starters lyrics
rate me[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]Aiyyo, the DJ Kay Slay the Drama Kingand I'm rockin with the little homieDanny motherfuckin Swain!Producer! Rapper! Actor!Whatever the fuck you want him to be, ya heard me?This is the motherfuckin "Payback" albumfor you bitch-ass niggaz -- Let's GO! [Agallah]Swainy...Swoopy..Oh my goodness, they ain't ready for this one man.. Yo, uh, I'm Clark Kent in the booth, I turn to SwoopymanYou damn right I fuck fans, call me groupie manPropane is the clique, we get it loopy, DAMN~!Quiet on the set, action, I'm a movie MAN!Ag the Don and Danny SwainWe the new Slick Rick and Daddy Kane, y'all niggaz Danity KanePass the champagne, I rep the campaignI rep Propane, we gooed out, butaneI'm so insane, trained to rock stadiumsThey tryna hang with the bars like gymnasiumsI tell you cats to hold ya heads like, craniumsBullets can't stop the flow, it's titaniumVictory I'm tastin it, paper still chasin itTop 5 I'm erasin 'em, anthrax I'm lacin 'emPresidents I'm takin 'em, ragged up, I'm rakin 'emWhole things I'm breakin 'em, shakedown I'm shakin 'em, CHEA! [DJ Kay Slay]Droppin that back-to-back heat at you lame-ass motherfuckersYou already KNOW what time it isKay Slay, Drama King, Street Sweepers! [Danny!]Thanks Kay Slay...Check it, I only roll with winners (WHAT?!) Never lames(Uh) I keeps a bad bitch (Damn!), I call her Etta James(Hahaha!) She got a fat ass (WHOA!), tats for mePlus the hooker's smart, she do my taxes for me (Here ya go)I keep my friends close, and my enemies closer (Daaamn!)Got them guns tucked, inside my penny loafers(WHAAT~?!) Mayne, it's D. Swain on the trackGot them goons on speed dial in case y'all niggaz wanna scrap (scrap)Don't let the frame fool ya (uh), I bus' a nigga's head (What?!)I do my best to school ya, don't trust a bitch with bread (don't trust a bitch with bread)Cause a hoe with money (uh), she'll call the body snatchers (Daaamn!)Put a price on yo' head then throw a party after, uh(WHAT?!) Ladies and gentlemen, O-M-GI know you didn't see this one comingStraight outta Brooklyn, my former bossYour friend and mine, El -- P! {*cheers, screams, and applause*} [El-P]Yo Danny!Yo, I need you to get the cab manand uh, $15 plus tip Happy to meet you (hey), limped here from a shattered townGrew into a firefly, shinin where the shadows frownWhere other sinners sin, we limp in unison like cattle prowlI'll legitimately signify how long those bastards howlPoint out to another man whose morgue had held the haggard down I'll point you out a priest who'd never GREETS to Peter Pan and pals(That's impossible) Wink wink, now that's an automatic party foulLike cleanin out the bar with Bigfoot's tossed off sanitary towelsSheh, I'm not cryin wolf unitl the moon is outDuckin silver bullet kids and pull the flesh off {?} stripsWhat a zing, the plate of full clips sip gin is ?spin?who glutted the wasted man, pull the trigger, click and grinBetter have ya floaties on, tighter than a gastric ringI'll drown you and ya super peers, full of Baby Boomer tearsI'll see you all in hell in flames, I'm chasin city moneyCyclone in a summer, ride my dick until you're sittin funny
