Maniac… the name is Swift
  Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift
  Cold crush, 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 can't compete, 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 fittest, 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 I'm running 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 even compare to this
  I cock 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 "Damn !"
  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 destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion
  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 fuck
  Come 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