Lyrics copied from the album booklet or the official website
Credits : Waldstädt, Staab / Swift
Sound sample :
Maniac… the name is Swift
Homicidal the title, to take a life
as a gift
Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch,
and even music maker
Bounce an' MC on the court like a
ball player
Proven by the lyrics on the mike as
I extend the cut
Making music, as the girls move and
shale their butts
Suckers with the heart, try to battle
even cheat me
They can't compete, nor they defeat,
or even beat me
With the silly dictionary rhymes they
spond
When the mike catches fire, it will
melt and bend
Then I'll use the court as a whip,
as I teach this lesson
I'll whipe the knowledga in your head,
so you can't stop guessing
Who's the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT
Executed lyrics by me, will leave
you violated
Make your body get the shiversq, eyes
dilated
Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis
me
That's why the suckers watching me
like TV
Survival of the fittest, is very vital
Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal
Dangerous, mike packing and ill
My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready
to kill
I'll put your head out with a quickness
if we battle you know
I'll make you wish you were in prison,
sitting on death row
Chrome plated, highly polished, and
I'm running the joint
I penetrate, like a hollow point
Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind
I have 100 ways to kill you while
I'm saying this rhyme
Perpetrators, can't even compare to
this
I cock the hammer, pull the trigger
and dis
Sucker MCs biting rhymes like these
I'll point my weapon in your face
and then I'll start to squeeze
Your mind get's nervous, your face
is cold sweating
Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're
getting
I lived a rough life from kid to a
man
When I think of things I've done I
say "Damn !"
What's the deal, you know it's real
Always feeling illy ill, my mind just
says kill
I'm never wrong, then again I'm not
right ya'll
Menace I'm homicidal
Swift the name, dissin' MCs the game,
To dis a sucker MC is the claim of
my fame
I like to grabthem by the face, punching
them in the neck
Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till
they give me respect
Cold destruction is a code, causing
rapper's commotion
Setting world on fire like a TNT explosion
Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang
nor I sung
I can cut a man to shreds, or break
a tree with my tongue
Got my face on a poster, wanted dead
or alive
Reward tall "duckies" four thousand
or five
If you want to take the "duckies"
wish yourself a good luck
Cuz I kill in cold bood and I don't
give a fuck
Come along or bring your posse, play
brave and the bold
I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till
I'm 80 years old
Proud and I'm black, giving squeezers
no slack
I'm even deadlier then PCP caine and
crack
I'm the mercenary, killing punks at
will
I hate it when the brothers are acting
ill
It's time to get busy, and fight ya'll
Word, I'm homicidal
