This is a song about "Swords man"

You comeplete waste man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

You waving swords i'm waving switch blades, advantage don't matter

Mr mathers is the man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Still the man with the pan

Im that man, ima the man

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce