Maniac… the name is Swift 
Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift 
Cold [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to this 
I [bad word] 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  [bad word] !" 
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 [bad word] is a code, causing [bad word] 
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 [bad word] [bad word] 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