Swate

[Hook - Lakutis]
I'm moving up from below
Me? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-mies
We all about the dough
Swate! Getting love from the O
G's hindu kush by the O-Z
No problem with the po-lice
Swate!

[Verse 1 - Lakutis]
Asleep in your chimney
Giggle in the darkness
Doll that I made from the hair in your armpits
Cut it while you sleeping
Staring at you while you eating
Creeping out your cousins
At the baby shower talking about
My crystal figurine collection
Correction: cross-section of the disease
Man, I'm mean man
I let the [bad word] hair out
2nd-best rapper with [bad word] hair out
I'm like a Jesus freak
I don't even need to speak
Little "squeak squeak cheep cheep
Feed me!" Macaroni pictures
Unholy matrimony scriptures
Corpse bride; alimony lip-service
Sick circus: insane monkey
Jewfro bone-blood-mucus hierarchy
Keep the seat, baby lookalike party
Fasten-its and Mel Gibson ascot tied
Ask God why Mary got me
Got [bad word] Cheney on this hot seat
My chimichongas sip
Top whip blow fast slime [bad word]  you go Heems, it's your dream
We Greed team, we fiend cream
The lean machine in my Beem
Doctor in my smock, ack

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Heems]
Yo, check it out:
Shall I begin? Let me begin
I will begin. So, let's begin!
They like "Heems, you should rap in earnest"
But honestly, I'd rather burn sess and watch "Ernest
Goes to Jail, Goes to Camp" or even "To The Army"
Got a sense of humor so they say the kid's smarmy
I eat Cracker Jacks, bump Ratatat
Give Dap a dap, smack a cracker back
To his habitat. Chief cheeba
For my cataracts; matter of fact
I drop real facts. Call me Snapple caps
And I eat what I like, like Apple Jacks
Creep in the night, streets with a pipe
Skeet when I pipe, in the sheets with your wife
Chief with the whites on the beach til it's night
Out near a very pretty lighthouse
Got a bright lamp and I'm poppin right now
They like "Ayo, stop this [bad word] guy!"
Professionals who sold in Shanghai
Mad fly: nauseous, raucous
Walk it how I talk it, awkward but I'm awesome
This is on the top and the bottom of the loft, son
I'm living single, it's a Nineties world
Catch me in a bar with like 90 girls
40 Cent, Cash Money, Queen Latifah / Khadijah types
30 Maxines that'll probably freak tonight
This rap [bad word] is nothing for me
Just another way to be stunting for free
And give back to burn blunts with my G's
Must be some trees, dumplings & cheese
Something for when they come
Mumbling, humbling, "free"
Freeze, spitting with my mittens disease
Heems from Queens like Chris & Keens
They hopping on one leg barking for me
I'mma start and they're sparkin' the tree
Marchin' with me, Al Sharpton at three
Martians with ___, aspartame to see 'em
Starting to see, parting with
Such sweet sorrow! Such sorrow!
Now bring it back like it's borrowed
Bring it back like it's borrowed

[Hook]

[Kool AD]
Fresh new SuperCut
Lex, you the best out there with [bad word] hair, agree that?
Greedhead this year!
Scott Bakula, elliptical sliding
Barbie's too ghetto, I am too mellow
Shout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out the military
All of my people, black, white, Latino
Slave-owning white man said we were all equal
Model minority said "Don't be evil"
Heathrow said we were illegal
Mr. mean Negro like finito on the beat though
Chico Marx, the ego, Zizek's too y
Right Said Fred, he's Alexi
KFC Original Recipe is demonology
Gucc boots and wallabies is modern-day pottery
Only crackers win the lottery
Hackers is a quality film shot at Stuyvesant High School
And my crew, a young SFJ
Writing haikus, ordering Thai food, watching Hulu, new YouTube
Smoochi