The Bringer

Lyrics

With the sun shining on me on a beautiful day And all the songbirds singing, y'all, I'm doing the same Yay, no stress, just collected a paycheck I slip a fresh TDK into the tape deck And make a breakneck left into traffic Breeze blowing through my hair, I'm feeling fantastic I still got some miles, still trucking all the while Like it's '94, I still fuck with Doggystyle So check it, I shift that shit into second I'm dropping needles the fastest like I'm setting a record, you get it? And get a sea of green lights, gliding clear through Vanilla-scented AF swinging from the rear view With my man Vince Vandal riding shotgun A crisp uniform? Damn right, I got one Brown hat, shirt, shorts, gold in the zipper It's me, Schaffer TD, I'm here to deliver, fuckers I bring the party, I'm bringing the fear I bring you to the edge, I bring you to tears I bring it to the front, while you bring up the rear You know why? I'm the bringer, and I'm bringing it here I bring the sunshine, I'm bringing the rain I bring my A-game, I'm bringing the pain You bring it on yourself when you bring up my name Who am I? I'm the bringer, and I'm bringing it hey Ayo, Vince, bring that beat back I cup the mic when rappers ask me for feedback A couple times I've had them after delete tracks You want that? Fuck that, you motherfuckers need that I see you waiting for me any way the wind blows With your dirty faces pressed against your windows Going oh so excited and tingly Like it's Christmas, asking "Mama, what did Satan bring me?" I get crazy, my judgment is hazy Drive my truck into your garden, fucking park in your daisies And peel out, pissing out the driver's side, got mine Screaming "I don't give a fuck!" squealing through a stop sign Four blown speakers all rocking Slayer And Vince is popping off shots into the air Your tracking says your packages Are on time showing small signs of damages, dipshits I bring you bad luck, I'm bringing you joy I bring the ruckus, fuck, I'm bringing the noise I bring my milkshake, it brings all the boys You know why? I'm the bringer, and I bring it, enjoy I bring you higher, I'm bringing the heat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat I'll bring the bars, Vince is bringing the beats Who am I? I'm the bringer, and I'm bringing it, sweet Up to code (I bring it) the bacon home (I bring it) To a head (I bring it) back from the dead (I bring it) Into question (I bring it) to your attention (I bring it) I got one drop left in this session, and I'ma fucking bring it I'm in Queens, heading west on the BQE I take Exit 29 onto Tillary Street Right on to Flatbush Ave, over the Manhattan Bridge Slight left on Canal, toward the West Side Highway Right on to Spring Street Rolling up to 353 You slowly open up, afraid, although in some way You fucking knew that this was coming for you one day The van is on its side and on fire on your grass lawn And Vince is puking up blood with no pants on And yeah, we're drunk as hell, jackass, the time Has come for you to sign upon the trackpad and bye bye, dickhead I bring the party, I'm bringing the fear I bring you to the edge, I bring you to tears I bring it to the front, while you bring up the rear You know why? I'm the bringer, and I'm bringing it here I bring the sunshine, I'm bringing the rain I bring my A-game, I'm bringing the pain You bring it on yourself when you bring up my name Who am I? I'm the bringer, and I'm bringing it hey I bring you bad luck, I'm bringing you joy I bring the ruckus, fuck, I'm bringing the noise I bring my milkshake, it brings all the boys You know why? I'm the bringer, and I bring it, enjoy I bring you higher, I'm bringing the heat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat I'll bring the bars, Vince is bringing the beats Who am I? I'm the bringer, and I'm bringing it, sweet