Текст: Danny!. F.O.O.D.. I'm Back.

[Verse 1:]
Yo I'm tryin' to make these kids stop cursin', and these clones
Would agree, I'm the hip-hop version of Quincy Jones
Could it be? A maestro with a nice flow
Like clothes and dyke hoes, and drive a white Rov'?
Ho! Y'all muthafuckas still don't get it
I can spit some superficial shit and still won't let it
Define my persona, I'm fine wine plus I'ma
Refined rhymer, line for line
It's my time to shine
...yeah, like a lamp, flourescent
Haters spit on me and wanna see the champ more pleasant?
Nigga please, I know you tired of the kid
And the fire that he spits, I'm as live as it gets
Black jeans, yes -- but a throwback? No
The best Kappa on the scene since Ho Frat Ho
All these other rappers wanna do is smoke that dro
But I'm tryin' to get my paper let my dough smack mo'
Whoa...did I hurt your head?
Yo, maybe I should use smaller words instead
I don't know if you noticed or not
But so far, this album hasn't even gone over the top
You don't even know if I'm focused or not
While you debate, I'ma pick which Ford Focus to cop
Fuck a Benz, and I don't want a Beemer
Rather have a shack, and a styrofoam water heater, uh
"But didn't Danny say he drove a white Rov'?"
I was bullshittin', but thanks for paying attention though
You couldn't stop me with divine intervention, no
But you can catch me at the Rhymers' Convention, yo
I'll be the guest speaker
I'd be the best teacher
I'd spit some lyrical bullets and watch your chest leak a
Gallon of blood, drop face-down in the mud
You just mad they called that new Mase album a dud
Welcome ME back

[Chorus: Danny! talking]
I see y'all muh'fuckas right now man
Y'all ain't even expect me to come back
You'll be sittin' there with a lil' smile on your face
Like, "awww, he gon' fail, he gon' fail"
But naw, fuck that shit
Y'all muh'fuckas make me laugh, dog
I'm actually...man, y'all entertain me
I'm here to entertain y'all
Y'all makin'me laugh, what the fuck
C'mon now

[Verse 2:]
My redemption song
Is sweeter than a senior citizen with dentures on
I never really meant to leave you, it's been so long
You know I write eighty miles an hour, pen so strong, uh
My first LP? Critics didn't like it
But it's all good, just as long as pregnant women buy THIS
I don't care if niggas hate on my shit because
The negativity just gives me a buzz
And I appreciate the radio spins
(Y'all muh'fuckas got me on the radio real good, that shit was mad funny yo)
Your show is trash, watch who get the last laugh
Half-ass wack nigga, lookin' like you crashed
Your face into a brick wall, nigga get some balls
And get off of my nuts
You lost yo' mind, cuz?
I ain't the best lookin' nigga, but damn
This ugly muh'fucka must've got hit by a Grand Am
Am, I being too hard on this nigga?
Can't believe I fuckin' wasted four bars on this nigga, peep
How I transition back, but damn this and that
'Cause this is where it's at
I used to wear a hat but my head kinda swolled up
Dropped "The College Kicked-Out", everybody goin' nuts
Didn't think I had it in me
I drink a splash of Remy
These half-rappers only half-offend me, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
The whole world can kiss my ass 'til their lips stick to my pants
Controversy like Lindsay Lohan gettin' breast implants
I'm the next Rembrandt of rap
Give me a chance, in fact
I'll have you shakin' like a panic attack
Dammit I'm back and I ain't goin' nowhere
Everybody so scared 'cause I'm so prepared
It's D. Swain, I'm still pimpin', still smackin' snitches
Still flowin' ill and the rap's vicious
I'm back bitches

[Chorus: Danny! talking]
Y'all muh'fuckas man, y'all ain't got shit else better to do, dog
What y'all need to do right now is anticipate my arrival dog, I'm back
Muh'fuckin' pull out the red carpets and shit, dog
Pull out the flowers and shit
Get the elephants, man get the fuckin' giraffes and shit
Dog, I'm back in this bitch
Shit, long time comin'
2005, c'mon man