Foul Stench
[Intro]
SWAMPMAHN in this bitch
You know how we coming
[Verse: SWAMP MAHN]
Coming out the swamp
Still hating saying so many things
Oh my gosh
In this doing me
Balling like Chris Bosh
Wondering
I don't even know
What to say
Cause it's off the dome
Oh gosh
Everyone saying mad shit
I'm still saying
Can't you take a hint
I really don't give a fuck
And you still mustering
I'm still mysterious
Oh gosh
And you eating
Everything with sauce
Cuz I'm just taking it
Cause you just mad
How I'm coming
Like I'm not even trying
Maybe morgue
Oh shit
Yea I know I'm busting into
Yo motherfucking mental
You can't even understand
What I'm even saying?
I'm just going BAAAM
Oh my gosh
Cause I'm so plain
So bland
Oh shit
My head is blank
When you see my face
But slipt on the mic
It's just on another case
But let me break out this cage
You feel me
Just quit hating
Just quit hating on SWAMPMAHN
I'm up next
[Verse: A-F-R-O]
The chapter of the saga, fast narration, causin'
Track elevation horror slash meditation noggin
The martyr danced on, the father lost the ransom
For his mom and handsome son, shot a random thug
Slugs in the Kevlar, gun fun
Settle on the fund from the lust, trust shunned, slums bare arms
The poorest village mourn the form of its children
The norm was timid, scornin' orange trimmings for a livin'
Don't underestimate the child with revenge
In his eyes, he repents on the lives that he sends
To the sky, in defense, he relies in the lens
Tried twice by the feds, shied right from the pen
Nine times he extends lines, writing with a pencil
Mental reading, leaving heathens bleeding like a menstrual
Even Stevens, grew up in evening gutter sewers
Nothin' newer, somethin' functioned crueler, eating guts and stomach ulcers
All he needed was to look up to someone older
A role model, cold, hollow, non-sensical
Cold followed, slo-mo goblin showin' off
To Shaolin showmen, silence, throw 'em in a bottle
Poem-wrote boss
The final battle lured the ripped child and his daddy
Blind samurai, sword lie straight gripped in his hands, see
Shot hollows at his feet, and yelled, "dance"
Failed as a male dad, pale, stale, jail, well-advanced
He consents all the pain in the village
'Til the strangest scent of anger swayed, tempting the children
To gather all weapons, fathom all sections
On camera, caught pictures of the family, all massacred
[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
More than feelings get hurt when the shotty goes
Blow, ears get fucked from my audios
I get more ass than potty holes
Had these naughty flows ever since I was a snotty nose
Youngin, mobbin’ with my shirt tucked in
I’ll pop a n***a in his mouth to show him I wasn’t bluffin’
But, things changed like a Barack Campaign ad
N***as on the sneak tip I see you clearly through these Ray-Bans
Wait, now my erections go "pshh" down the necks of hoes
Who next to go? The flexible bisexual, I’m thinkin’ so
What’s perplexin’, though, is that this adolescent's flow
Is hotter than a motherfuckin’ summer spent in Mexico
Cop me a mic, check and go, prepare for domination
I got more flavors than a calm doctor has patients
Cut to the race, I’ll come in first place
Respect me or catch a Nike SB to the face
Now, I whooped so many n***as that they callin’ me racist
I annihilate them, my flows amazing as grace is
Ask them motherfuckers locked up in my basement
I won’t give a shit, fuck, once your face hit’s the pavement
A hater only flatters me
Who's up to bat? We bastards, we savage, y'all handle more balls than Agassi
No body passes me, Fantastic 3 plus 1
Leave catastrophes wherever we run, umm
Hun, pardon the casualties
Lyrically you can’t pass me
N***a tryina pass me got slapped like a black chicks ass cheek
I’m cold make the track sneeze, breakin’ n***as like bad knees
I got sweet steeze, so sweet I attract bees
With my, brainiac flows, the zaniest hoes know
I hit n***as playin’ me with low blows
To keep your eyes wide shut like a No-Doz
I cop dough and stay afloat when I show boat, n***a
[Verse: MF DOOM]
So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty
Having me, then he told the people "You can call me, Your Majesty!"
Keep your battery charged, you know it won't
Stick yo, and it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter, Peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow ("Your mother—"), don't talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try, villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly, like look at you, it's a damn shame
Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name
[Verse: Capital STEEZ]
S is for the stamina, T is for the talent
And then two E so you don't forget the name Excalibur
Z's the Zip Zinger board that I'm passing you on
You still hoping that I pass the baton
But, I hope you got your cameras on
Plus ain't no passenger surviving when the damage is done
All you cats can fine your damages I'm smashin' the song
Plus your shit is outdated like the calendar's wrong, boy
So fall back, it's all caps, record that
Or you can get your jaw cracked and stomped like floor mats
Plus we're right outside your crib, doormats
With two n***as holding on the back, bra strap
Plus they got the big bangers call it bra strap
And leave your melon leaking like breastfeeding
She said she tempted but she won't let me caress the cleavage
It's the Khan bitch, why you need a better reason?
Class clown, found it funny to correct my teachers
I stand proud, but I never said my pledge allegiance
I'm a veteran, flowing way colder than the seven seas
Of course you be subjected to these heavy breezes
Or check the tag miss, straight STEEZ varsity jacket
Setting me apart from the average
Cause I'm a motherfucking star, asterisk
Fuck friends, I'm in it for the dollars like mavericks
Get paid, get queued, get away
Dashin, take 14th to Manhattan
Skip fashion, I'm still a chick magnet
For women with assets that's thicker than they accents
She say she got her man on a leash
Wear the pants in the relationship with panties beneath
So I proceed to ask if she can stand on her knees
You already know my capital, Capital STEEZ
[Outro]
No, that was too much man
There's some fucking clichés man
Why can't I be just like the other rappers and just fucking rap?
Why I always got to like overdo this shit man?
SWAMPMAHN in this bitch
You know how we coming
[Verse: SWAMP MAHN]
Coming out the swamp
Still hating saying so many things
Oh my gosh
In this doing me
Balling like Chris Bosh
Wondering
I don't even know
What to say
Cause it's off the dome
Oh gosh
Everyone saying mad shit
I'm still saying
Can't you take a hint
I really don't give a fuck
And you still mustering
I'm still mysterious
Oh gosh
And you eating
Everything with sauce
Cuz I'm just taking it
Cause you just mad
How I'm coming
Like I'm not even trying
Maybe morgue
Oh shit
Yea I know I'm busting into
Yo motherfucking mental
You can't even understand
What I'm even saying?
I'm just going BAAAM
Oh my gosh
Cause I'm so plain
So bland
Oh shit
My head is blank
When you see my face
But slipt on the mic
It's just on another case
But let me break out this cage
You feel me
Just quit hating
Just quit hating on SWAMPMAHN
I'm up next
[Verse: A-F-R-O]
The chapter of the saga, fast narration, causin'
Track elevation horror slash meditation noggin
The martyr danced on, the father lost the ransom
For his mom and handsome son, shot a random thug
Slugs in the Kevlar, gun fun
Settle on the fund from the lust, trust shunned, slums bare arms
The poorest village mourn the form of its children
The norm was timid, scornin' orange trimmings for a livin'
Don't underestimate the child with revenge
In his eyes, he repents on the lives that he sends
To the sky, in defense, he relies in the lens
Tried twice by the feds, shied right from the pen
Nine times he extends lines, writing with a pencil
Mental reading, leaving heathens bleeding like a menstrual
Even Stevens, grew up in evening gutter sewers
Nothin' newer, somethin' functioned crueler, eating guts and stomach ulcers
All he needed was to look up to someone older
A role model, cold, hollow, non-sensical
Cold followed, slo-mo goblin showin' off
To Shaolin showmen, silence, throw 'em in a bottle
Poem-wrote boss
The final battle lured the ripped child and his daddy
Blind samurai, sword lie straight gripped in his hands, see
Shot hollows at his feet, and yelled, "dance"
Failed as a male dad, pale, stale, jail, well-advanced
He consents all the pain in the village
'Til the strangest scent of anger swayed, tempting the children
To gather all weapons, fathom all sections
On camera, caught pictures of the family, all massacred
[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
More than feelings get hurt when the shotty goes
Blow, ears get fucked from my audios
I get more ass than potty holes
Had these naughty flows ever since I was a snotty nose
Youngin, mobbin’ with my shirt tucked in
I’ll pop a n***a in his mouth to show him I wasn’t bluffin’
But, things changed like a Barack Campaign ad
N***as on the sneak tip I see you clearly through these Ray-Bans
Wait, now my erections go "pshh" down the necks of hoes
Who next to go? The flexible bisexual, I’m thinkin’ so
What’s perplexin’, though, is that this adolescent's flow
Is hotter than a motherfuckin’ summer spent in Mexico
Cop me a mic, check and go, prepare for domination
I got more flavors than a calm doctor has patients
Cut to the race, I’ll come in first place
Respect me or catch a Nike SB to the face
Now, I whooped so many n***as that they callin’ me racist
I annihilate them, my flows amazing as grace is
Ask them motherfuckers locked up in my basement
I won’t give a shit, fuck, once your face hit’s the pavement
A hater only flatters me
Who's up to bat? We bastards, we savage, y'all handle more balls than Agassi
No body passes me, Fantastic 3 plus 1
Leave catastrophes wherever we run, umm
Hun, pardon the casualties
Lyrically you can’t pass me
N***a tryina pass me got slapped like a black chicks ass cheek
I’m cold make the track sneeze, breakin’ n***as like bad knees
I got sweet steeze, so sweet I attract bees
With my, brainiac flows, the zaniest hoes know
I hit n***as playin’ me with low blows
To keep your eyes wide shut like a No-Doz
I cop dough and stay afloat when I show boat, n***a
[Verse: MF DOOM]
So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty
Having me, then he told the people "You can call me, Your Majesty!"
Keep your battery charged, you know it won't
Stick yo, and it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter, Peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow ("Your mother—"), don't talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try, villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly, like look at you, it's a damn shame
Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name
[Verse: Capital STEEZ]
S is for the stamina, T is for the talent
And then two E so you don't forget the name Excalibur
Z's the Zip Zinger board that I'm passing you on
You still hoping that I pass the baton
But, I hope you got your cameras on
Plus ain't no passenger surviving when the damage is done
All you cats can fine your damages I'm smashin' the song
Plus your shit is outdated like the calendar's wrong, boy
So fall back, it's all caps, record that
Or you can get your jaw cracked and stomped like floor mats
Plus we're right outside your crib, doormats
With two n***as holding on the back, bra strap
Plus they got the big bangers call it bra strap
And leave your melon leaking like breastfeeding
She said she tempted but she won't let me caress the cleavage
It's the Khan bitch, why you need a better reason?
Class clown, found it funny to correct my teachers
I stand proud, but I never said my pledge allegiance
I'm a veteran, flowing way colder than the seven seas
Of course you be subjected to these heavy breezes
Or check the tag miss, straight STEEZ varsity jacket
Setting me apart from the average
Cause I'm a motherfucking star, asterisk
Fuck friends, I'm in it for the dollars like mavericks
Get paid, get queued, get away
Dashin, take 14th to Manhattan
Skip fashion, I'm still a chick magnet
For women with assets that's thicker than they accents
She say she got her man on a leash
Wear the pants in the relationship with panties beneath
So I proceed to ask if she can stand on her knees
You already know my capital, Capital STEEZ
[Outro]
No, that was too much man
There's some fucking clichés man
Why can't I be just like the other rappers and just fucking rap?
Why I always got to like overdo this shit man?