[Swerve]

I'm not you Barc, not pulling up shit archived and stored,
But you went 16?!?!? Great...now how many of those lines are yours?
You got your old ass beat, there's not much to do son,
Last week, Credenza antique...this week I smash you through one.
You'll call the voters dumb, yea dude you're quite the charmer,
Think about it.......
The wordplay is over their heads, but understood by Cot the gardener?
Look fraud, I run with blades, you aint busting tops,
Step wrong and one uppercut'll turn that chin strap into mutton chops.
The teeth tatt? Lame as fuck, cant get it reversed bitch,
If you wanted to carve bites into your skin...you had plenty of verses.
Got all the flavors of led, I'll pull up on you solo,
And squeeze 31 between the numbers like the baskin robbins logo.
You're a plebian Cro, I'm above you...I aint sorry,
I'll leave you pushing up daiseys...that your coworkers can maintain for me.
I'm in the summer of my youth, you'll get hacked and slashed,
So only way I'm seeing Cro's feet...is with a toe tag attached.