The Bringer

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