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Schwarmin

by C-sar The Incorrigible

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Stepped in the club Feeling like I ain't shit Took a few shots Then I got anxious So many people So much skin So many places I can put my penis in So little clothing Go through the motions Once I got her open The deal I be closing On the bed posing Naked for the snapchat Wearing my snapback Told her she could have that What was I thinking Now I want my hat back Right after I tap that Wanna see that ass clap Clap, clap...
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I'm not the one you knew from before Bet you don't recognize me no more Got my bread up and I grew a beard Got my swag up and I'm dressing weird My coat from the 80s my shirt from two thousand My jeans from the 90s fuck whoever doubt him I feel like I'm timeless ain't wearing no watch Dope in my socks I got dope by the crotch I'm serving biscotti ain't handled no rocks She rubbing me good tryne work out them knots I'm training these hoes how I work out them thots My stove is the odor I don't even smoke My chips on the table I'm going for broke Going all in cause I feel like I know How far this muthafuckin train a go If you ain't bout that turbo money then you slow Can't trust nobody cause people lie You think you can pull the wool over my eyes Get that bullshit out your feeble mind My goal to have nothing to leave behind And I never gave a fuck about me, why would I give a fuck about you I see the pattern it's so repetitious these bitches switching like houndstooth I got too much pride, to run and hide, look in the sky like I just hope my daddy proud too But he shaking his head on the side lines, and he sighed like "we shoulda left you where we found you" All hail C-sar Fuck you C-sar Shouts to my grandaddy Julius On your behalf that I'm doing this Schwarmin
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All dogs do not go to heaven word to sputnik's ghost We had a conversation following the blunt I smoked He told me live as if I only got a month to go So I decided if I'm dying I'll be comfortable I'm shedding stages of the shuttle, face is in a puddle Unidentifiable piles of waste in gutters Any way you paste and cut it, we fuckin run it Playing them bakers dozens, scraping a greater budget While the samples decarboxylate, I postulate a gambit to approximate The status of an inaugural dog in space Watch the way in which I consummate my holiday Copulating with your bitch and never took her on a date My shit is scandalproof, must be why they bitter like a pampelmousse No way to magic booth away your snaggle tooth Album leak hotter than them celebrity candid nudes Thought you was so fly, but just look where it landed you Head up in the clouds like rain drops, a thousand miles up above home Doping all day til the pain stops, Iont know if I'm a soldier or a drone Chiefing keef in a bubbler with the governor Tuff enuff to money grub for Thunderbirds in other words All it takes is a couple hunnet bucks to cover something up Like for example he's a cousin fucker, funny stuff Hit em where it hurts just to keep it on the hushy hush Shorties with the bubble butts chilly so I bundle up Your prices I undercut, in the street we run amok I control your flow just like a funnel does, other son Most rappers one and done, me I got staying power Taking acid rain showers, smoking them insane flowers I am become dope veins coursing with 'caine powder I must think I'm Pusha T, my name is my name, cowards! The other day I got jumped right by the train, I was Baffled when officer motherfucker drove away, doubt it Woulda made a difference, Ion't need your civil assistance You should probably just beg me for forgiveness
4.
I'm bringing flavor back Everything I make is fucking bacon wrapped Perfect eucher hand I got the ace and jacks I built a bomb shelter for when the states attack And even one prepared for when a fuckin spaceship lands Make the plans, state the facts, 8th of jack Bake a 8 grand pan, then I make it back Paper stacks I place the pack into the glass Translucent like the hash wax, take a dab Everybody's tripping now ain't even take a tab Can't let em drive or they'll crash I tell em take a cab Witcha hatin ass Direct descendent of a lazer cat Break it then you buy it if you taste you gotta pay for that I'm not afraid to smash headlights with a baseball bat Grams in a baseball hat 2 racks for a batch how could I fake all that And plus I got documentation so the jakes fall back When it's laid out flat, everything is on the surface Comment cards my custies rate me highly on my service Used to roll a magazine and smoke like a furnace Now I'm outchea serving to the most deserving Street urchins, vagrants, vagabond shit I got the pastries that make your ass catatonic I'm with a blond chick, tail like halle's comet The cake's frosted, I take away profit Fuck the pigs like I'm islamic, shift different topics Resolve conflicts, constantly on shit
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Bitch you aint heard, I'm the man round here I'm the one that put the chowder in the clam round here I'm the one that drown the beaver in the dam round here And I'm the yungin still moving hand to hand out here Bolts in my neck (check) Coming up off a slab Staggering out of the lab I'm sick as a cancer no crab I just say truth I dont brag You know I'm not one to boast Coming from that middle coast Shit on you like it's a roast Don't come in my dojo and interrupt me while I'm jumping rope Kick your ass in slo-mo nobody smell the gunsmoke Might slash a handbag strap if my funds is low But lucky I can spin a plate, hit the mark and donezo I'm in the cunt out of control, uh-oh The young joe rogan unloading roaches in gumbo Shit your little britches like you was only a month old So pounding you is child abuse- something I don't condone Never abandon my post Shout out to canada post Now I be shipping priority I'm needed at the sorority Wish there was 4 of me But theres no more of me And I'm incorrigible til they bury me Schwarm it up schwarm it up schwarm it up shorty Schwarm it up schwarm it up schwarm it up for me
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Go to sleep, say goodnight, you ain't ready Close your eyes, cut the lights, you ain't heavy You in a nightmare, but this is not a dream Everything is not exactly as it seems You rep your team but you the only one I see So I ain't fucking with your clique cause you ain't even in too deep Really think you whip that cream? I got sundae's worth Tucked under my under shirt, it's tuesday and you still moving that monday work Man that's gotta hurt A ladder must have fallen on top of your mom at birth That's why your commas cursed, never made the llama burst I'm the kinda person set a bomb off through your monitor Tell your bitch's bitch's bitch I'm fond of her I could drain the fluid out these new kids like a colander I ain't into bondage but I chain em up like polymers Just picked up a quarter pack smelling like a conifer Break it down to bits and then I serve it to the connoiseurs I got crack for the masses 2 classic to ever be a has been Gave a girl acid had her doing backflips I be on my fourth course, some of y'all snacking Some of y'all lacking how you plan to get it if you slacking Can't see the walls of the trap that you trapped in Attacking if you get me to the point of snapping The universe might just get a little less expansive Remi on the beat, pete ready on the right Bernie on the roof aim steady with the sight We be getting into shit every other night Wiling out still bringing a machete to the fight Cooking up schwarm I'll hack you a piece Get the hell out the kitchen can't handle the heat Just a couple crazy crackers tryna sieze that green That's why they call us mothafuckin BSGs
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She's a bad bitch but she kicked her bad habits Some bad shit happened turned her into a savage Samurai sword 04 pussy wagon Fire on her tongue call that the pussy dragon She's running late to campus, the 80 bus is lagging She don't touch drugs, sip nicotine and jasmine Left it in the past with the pink hair and innocence Used to work at hooters with them little tits, still got a pretty tip Now she look for girlies with them pretty lips On the mile end of the city where the biddies is Demons she be living with, hit the party no pants Fuckboys tryna grind, but they all got no chance She don't wanna slow dance, she just wanna turn up You ain't know about a tough cookie better learn up Wrote the name of her assailant on a piece of paper Throw it straight into the furnace watch that motherfucker burn up She ain't with the bullshit cept the ring in her nose Pierced up queen, hit the value village for clothes I came home, we got tacos at mean wiener she drove I suppose that's just the way that she goes, she got me froze- Do it for the rachets Do it for the rachets More bonanza than george costanza She don't recognize your lord and master
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Take a ride up in the passenger side of my broken vessel Going nowhere faster than the speed of lights out When the bullets in your mandibles all you can do is bite down Used to smoke the papers fulla purple that was quite loud Now I cook up trouble just to float up in them white clouds Fell in with some bad company but for me the right crowd Throwing all my cheese away that's how I got the mice out Pipe down, I know how to knock a fucking price down And turn it into double ain't nothing to get it right now Me and remi blowing doors off them rusty hinges And the roof's coming with it I bet you can smell it singeing I wrote the book I'm operating by, the code is stringent Mixing pleasure with the business never give in til I'm finished Accuracy on a hunnet but he got a lot of misses Hittin up my snap, phone, facebook and insta Grams I got fifty six of em in the oven Bout to drown it in sunflower cause the lecithin is in it Take a tip little dipshit, either way you split it Incorrigible's coming out on top, no kidsnips Take a ride up in the passenger side of my broken vessel, bitch
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Living my life I know death is a part of that Serve you a stroke on the side of a heart attack Anyone stepping to me I can't pardon that Pen or the sword either way you must sharpen that Casting a flick got a part for these hoes End with some head, start with her toes White like a whole trailer park in her nose But we making the majors and that's how it go Bitch that's how it goes, smashing on stage and after the show In the back of the 'Vo we ain't have any clothes No catastophe ass out flashing the road I tore it in half like a magazine fold She just out here making salary though But I left her out standing all stranded and cold Laughing like where did my sanity go? My humanity's being eaten by demons I'm freezing and might burn a church for no reason Just so that my eyes can behold something pleasing If you see my teeth that mean lucifer's beaming Are you nervous of the havoc I'm wreaking? I'm tripping off L so I'm freaking and geeking Bitch I'm a beacon of schemers and dreamers beelzebub speaking Why is you tweaking? Gimme a beat and I'll fuckin swiss cheese it, leave it leaking, indecent Left for dead, treat me like some mechanical pencil lead Write me off until I snap and lodge a splinter in your head Infect your fuckin cerebellum cranky like I'm soulja boy tellem I been a felon take your hoes like they pelham and sell em Seldom enveloped by bullshit that's so prevalent I pull shifts back to back the working products evidence Strike a match and douse the whole scene with accelerants We all going up in that smoke, ho that's a definite

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released March 24, 2015

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