Swing Dance (feat. Chris Anderson)

Enough the nonsense (nonsense), I'm up to bombs sets (boom) I'm Knucky Thompson with a blonde ten (ten) I'm on sess and just obsessed without it No doubting self, I'm the best around this (uh huh) Call it a cypher, they pissed like dribbled diapers (*piss*) Yea, my writtens get a little bit hyper (uh huh uh huh) Should hit the pipe or deliver nicer Smoother rhymes, sooth the minds of these fucking miners? Listen to this spitting old timer How I'm major got no time for gold minors Hoes, vagina, whatever the nomenclature cya later good bye Ya royal highness, a royal pain in the hind end But you let me hit it from behind, and you blow my mind Every single time she's the finest I'd say it's priceless but you know I'm lying Cause you know kinda got your mind on my finance I been adopted by the devil Seven deadly sins my life has only gotten better Demon with an attitude I'm coming with a vengeance Took a date to Satan's and I never really left They gave an inch, I took a mile and I'm never looking back Open up my notebook and I'm flipping through my past Read a page and burned it, hit clutch and smash the gas Shit was the depression, bring the roaring twenties back Swingin dancin' from the ceilings, breaking chandeliers and glass The peaky blinders gave an order, so we never had to ask Your Royal highness, she's the finest, so I have to get on wax She's my type, so grab the masquerading masks and hit the palace It's about to be a party grab your fucking flasks Three piece suits and knee high boots, we keep it classy Check your Tommy guns in baby, please don't shoot It's quite amazing I went from ratchet to royal in one move (*random saloon drunkenness and hallucinations*) I'm looking for some backup quick now I got a crooked plan to do a little more than get down I got this piece inside my jacket, knew the opportunity Would come present itself to me, so I just wait out For right moment, I got the homie the clips are already loaded A stick up we got 'em cornered, your guest has become the owner A catastrophe you own it, never sleep on opponents Infiltrated your party and now we're leaving with Mona Lisa C'mon it's time to close the show up Hit the road, hit the detonator, watch it blow up We got the gold, lets hit the coast and tell them haters so long Mona got her cloak on still, lets hit the road hun I'll grab the whip, if you can quickly change your close up We'll take the Testarossa, whip it somewhere safe to post up Galapagos and have a toast to no more fucking close calls Til the next roll call, let the credits roll dog