1st Verse
Murder music in the V dub/ nigga I am sick, see me when disease comes/ uh, Im gonna make reality, what I dream of/ hata's in denial (the nile) but Im a Pharaoh, uh King Tut/ bow to me, death is in the air, inhale, but how could he?/ when I stick a corkscrew through your windpipe nigga now you see/ everything I touch turns gold, Alchemy/ welcome to the dark side, Emperor Palpetine/ your girls to the south of me/ she howl for me/ hate on me, how could he?/ how could he have it out for me?/ all the angers out of me/ cuz V is in the limelight/ your girl is biting on my neck, Twilight/ I fuck her until twilight/ she tryna be my wife, Im like bitch get your mind right/ Im drinkin sippin, liquor flows/ niggas know, that every time I flip my phone/ bitches, hoe's are callin/ man your girl is textin me, shit kid Im sorry/ my swag is appalling


Chorus
I can teach you how to Swerge, start your classes now/ graduation for you hata's, here's your cap and gown (and gown)/ throw it up, who's laughin now?/ pass around, blunts till we passin out now/ SWERGE, SWERGE (so bring it back for me)/ SWERGE SWERGE (now bring it back)/ graduation for you hata's, here's your cap and gown/ pass around, blunts till we passin out now

2nd Verse
Im deadly and addicting like a cigarette with A.I.D.s/ was laced up in the filter, lemme pick a sicker fraze/ I'll stick a stick of dynamite/ right inside your sinus, aight?/ silence as I light it and Heaven's your only line of sight/ I'm bout to blow, I'm just tryna get my timing right/ I'm kinda like, C4 was inside my mic/ be cautious, he alters, his style and psych-ology/ they bother me, so no apologies/ like a rapist, after its time to leave/ I don't give a damn, I'm like fuck shit... Sodomy/ nothings stoppin me/ holla at a college bitch who swallows me/ as if it were a pile of creme/ kicks the color of collard greens/ and my fuckin collar clean/ king up in his palace, look like Palestine/ foul and mean, why would you battle me?/ while your bitch straddles me/ you can be a fan, but you'd rather be a bitch/ hata's make me sick, I got allergies 'n shit


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3rd Verse
Jersey Stand up, this for you and I mean that/ this crack music, where the fiends at/ your girl head so good that I lean back/ I push your spleen back/ The end is near I mean that, and V's Back/ makin pussy's mad like a mean cat, react/ like a G if my backs to wall/ and a bastard with fall with an axe to his heart/ fuckin with us is like askin for God/ to come and smite you/ smiling as a snipe you/ its nice to know/ that Im a psycho, sendin Tyco/ race cars, with napalm/ to your front door to chase ya'll/ Hilarious, hata's never warry us/ for various reason they try to bury us/ the struggle aint vicarious/ the pain I feel is valid but/ I ignore the savage lust/ walkin down a lonely road, my feet are all callused up/ style is rough, Sour D blunt man have a puff/ I never loved a girl, who couldn't be a freak/ so if you down baby, just hop in my jeep....

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