[Swerve]

Excuse the slight lateness. Kinda forgot about this.

I'll dare you to show, nothing you spit can outburn me,
Teck disappear and we'll be seeing no mags like EVERY Strikta run tourney.
Dude like "Anthony, I want a shirtless pic!", all on that dick fag,
I'm here trying to see if he fits bags...he's trying to see some fit Bags.
You don't hold metal, but I bust quick and leave the ruins,
So when Teck spray...you know it's only his blood and bodily fluids.
I hammer dance when I walk, so homie be dead,
Scatter his body parts so far apart…searchers will hatch poke-eggs.
This potheads a joke, I'm out here hoping this fake cease,
His business sense....go from Millz to Buds faster than a Drake beef.