Lyrics

Swamp nig her’s Den"
(A Rap Track 'Bout Jonathan)[Intro]
Yo, turn the bass up, let the shadows creep,
In the room where the devil and the roaches sleep.
Jonathan’s the name, a beast in the gloom,
Spittin’ venom and filth from his rancid tomb.[Verse 1]
Trapped in his room, where the roaches run the block,
Jonathan, fat slob, stackin’ pounds like a clock.
Every bite he chomps, he balloons, grotesque and raw,
A walkin’ landfill, breakin’ beds with his jaw.Mattress soaked in grease, walls stained with his stink,
Eatin’ moldy wings, got the room on the brink.
Smell like dog corpse, yo, it chokes the whole street,
Fumes so foul, make the reaper retreat.He don’t leave the crib, just grows, a bloated king,
Pizza crusts and wrappers, his throne’s a rotten spring.
Neighbors bang the walls, but he’s too big to budge,
A slob-lord in his lair, drownin’ in his sludge.[Chorus]
Swamp nig her, yo, a plague in the dark,
Fetty in his fist, leavin’ scars on the heart.
Bag over they heads, make ‘em beg, make ‘em crawl,
A demon in his den, he got no soul at all.
Swamp nig her, snorin’ loud in his mess,
Filth-pile tyrant, bringin’ death and distress.[Verse 2]
Cracks the door, baggie swingin’, bait for the lost,
Peddlin’ death to the desperate, no matter the cost.
“Take a hit, girl,” he mumbles, voice thick with grime,
But his deal’s a trap, stealin’ souls every time.Plastic bag on they face, he laughs while they choke,
A fat-ass predator, blowin’ fetty like smoke.
Then he crashes, mid-scheme, face-down in the trash,
Snortin’ like a chainsaw, buried in pizza ash.Room’s a pigsty, flies buzzin’ like a curse,
Food scraps and sweat, man, it don’t get worse.
He’s a virus in flannel, schemin’ from his bed,
Lurin’ broken dreams to where the damned get led.[Chorus]
Swamp nig her, yo, a plague in the dark,
Fetty in his fist, leavin’ scars on the heart.
Bag over they heads, make ‘em beg, make ‘em crawl,
A demon in his den, he got no soul at all.
Swamp nig her, snorin’ loud in his mess,
Filth-pile tyrant, bringin’ death and distress.[Bridge]
Cursed by the shadows, or his heart’s straight rot,
Eatin’ till the floor caves, givin’ all he’s got.
Swiped a whole damn buffet, too fat for the door,
Now his room’s a hellhole, devil’s keepin’ score.[Verse 3]
Neighbors scream, “You’re done, you foul-ass blight!”
But he’s too wide to move, blockin’ out the light.
Chewin’ roaches and mold, growin’ meaner each bite,
A beast in the murk, with a hunger for spite.Snores shake the walls, like a quake from the pit,
A slob too gross for livin’, spittin’ venom and shit.
Still schemin’ from his bunker, baggies in his claw,
Jonathan, the Swamp nig her, breakin’ every law.[Chorus]
Swamp nig her, yo, a plague in the dark,
Fetty in his fist, leavin’ scars on the heart.
Bag over they heads, make ‘em beg, make ‘em crawl,
A demon in his den, he got no soul at all.
Swamp nig her, snorin’ loud in his mess,
Filth-pile tyrant, bringin’ death and distress.[Outro]
Raise a fist for the lost, pray they break his chai