Call it a hate crime ...
I'ma murder this Certain Fag, pull up his skirt so fast
Expose 'em first, and last, I'ma unearth his past
I got dirt on you
How you got the nerve to brag
You a nerd wit' swag you don't deserve to have
You ask me who I am? Well, fame I do not need
I know you smoke ...
Here's another L (loss), don't blame it on the weed
'Cause Swag's the type that makes excuses
Likewise he makes new names at the rate he loses
14 and 12, that's a terrible record
Who sucks that bad? There's no comparable measure
His rhymes is like winter's unbearable weather
And the cold hard truth is that he'll never get better
Yeah, you know it deep down but still you like to say a lot
Dummy, nobody survives from a Fatal Shot
I'm the best when at war ... death's your reward
GG!! it was nice to MEET ME, the pleasure was yours
R.I.P. Swag
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