[Freestyle: Swag Master 3000]
Perfect beat to freestyle
Let 'em soak it in like a knee towel
Your b**h use those by the week now
Said I should get hard floors imported for a week now
You know I got 'em feelin weak now
Got 'em feeling me 'cause of the beat now
It ain't got nothing to do with me, or does it?
'Cause my flow fluent, G
When I go in it's hard like I got two or 3, but I flow
Like the breeze I'm everywhere
Calm before the storm and the storm itself
That ain't rhyme, I'm just feeling it
If I ain't got nothing to say I just fill it in with, "uh, god damn,"
Only a few bars in, it's your god damn jam
Play this in your barbecue shop for women and the gentlemen 'cause I'm f**ing going ham
Going up and up like I'm Clark Kent
If you get up in my spot I might clock spin, 'cause my hands go flying
New school, old school, make no difference
Whiter than a whiteboard, whiter than the chalk
Whiter than a newborn, you can tell when I talk
Nobody knows if he real or he not, uh
Just know yourself that's all I got
I don't play games
You better not f** with me
I don't play games, never liked Chuck E. Cheese
I'm more like Chuckie, please cheese as I take a P-I-C then I leave you diseased 'cause I rhyme with specific indigenous timing
I'm cream of the crop, you Velveeta
[Outro (written): Swag Master 3000]
You thought I was done but I wasn't
I had to take time to recover
I'm back and I'm better than ever
Straight out the gate, I hit a home run over plate
I'm feasting, you eating like animals
Momma chew your food up for you hyenas
I'm racing
I'm way too ahead of my time, I'm so patient
Hoe