crassman:

Sneak preview of the new Joint Chiefs mixtape were about to drop! I present: Swag Cookin’

LYRICS:

Crass be that nigga who blasts the trigga

get up in that ass quicker than that raspy nigga, Weezy

Spit nasty sick or queasy (ugh)

on a rap beat, i make it look easy

ya raps weak, ya made the hook cheezy (pshhh)

them the facts, B, you dont wanna try and attack me

ill run up on you in a taxi, bust at you in a black jeep

cuz i run with more niggas than olympic athletes 

ya cant keep up like fat kids at track meet

bust holes through your black T and Khakis

fittin to blow up like desert Iraqis

with bomb vests, then ill flip on you like ‘Nam vets

In a rap contest lets be honest

in a wack contest you’d win, I promise! (Congratulations!)

no class like bomb threats, apacolypse at its onset

Swag? you dont understand the fucking concept

ya minor league, and this is the gauntlet

Im on this chronic shit almost at a constant

and ill leave niggas with more holes in they head than Wisconsin

so you can suck on my johnson