[Swerve]

This isn't the GWL, to pass at this you'll need balance,
But you do always write to a theme....trash texter with no actual talents.
Swerve come through your block spraying, bullets hit the air with a thud,
So when you see my barrel go over the falls....they'll run red with your blood.
Bring your broad to the show, kicked him out and concussed her,
He listens...
and Universe'll pictures me plowing his girl to the latest Hollywood Blockbuster.
But that's not true, you dont got one - cause you think boys is the sweetest,
Dudes putting more life inside the Universe than a UFO conspiracy theorist.
Swerve an artist with the piece, your body explode n be left dead,
Cause when this strap adjusts your back, you won't be able to recommend me in Hens' thread.
I'm a grizzly all star from deep, but in the streets I let the colt sing,
You're not curry -
So when this last minute replacement shoots from range, I'm winning the whole thing.
If someone thought you would win, they're not seeing you're fickle pest,
Cause that verse did more self damage than the Iranian Missile test.
Decapitate with each swing, Swerve have you leaving in parts,
Lay this hook on a 'Verse so nasty...it'll get to number on on the charts.