Swayze

Told you in the 90's I ain't Sega, try n play me Born knowing I'm the best, yet try to persuade me Listen to my music, just proves these rappers are lazy Close your mouth in my roadhouse, im Patrick Swayze Never started out to be the best, only pass the test Doing it better than rest, while resisting arrest I confess, don't say it with your chest Anywhere around me without a bulletproof vest 16 clips, few grenades and body armor I glow green and nuke your ass when I bomb ya Lil coincided I like to boast more than most Kill you and come back just so I can haunt your ghost Just know I'm not your friend nor your enemy I'm the DaggaMan the king you all pretend to be Before I begin, list sin & your next of kin & emergency contact so I can phone a friend I'm a sleeper, opened my vintage trapper keeper Wrote the game a rhyme and evolved to the grim reaper For you it's scary, its like verbal pictionary Said words are my weapons, kill you with a dictionary Non adversary like wearing shorts in February I lost my title on the 5th Thursday of nevuwary You not like me, see I'm cut from a different cloth Like your 1st lame tattoo, I dont wash off I'm your worst nightmare standing before in the flesh Literally rip your heart and lungs out your chest As a killer emcee, I show you what the grammar do As a contractor, eager show you what the hammer do Propaganda is fear, what you sneezing over Garbage rappers careers like the nba, the seasons over