Swift Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Swifty]
McVay huh
Dropping grenades pins on you motherf*ckers
(n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga)
Dirty Dozen (What, what, what, what)
Who can f*ck with us (Nobody-body-body)
f*ck y'all ho ass n*ggas, 'cause y'all don't mean sh*t to me
(Y'all some hoes)
Or any of my n*ggas, flat out

[Verse 1: Swifty]
Don't let me do something medieval, where you can hardly walk
I hang with people that'll eat your body parts
I'm lethal, on these streets, it ain't peaceful
I can reach whoever that speak, I'll be throwing the beef equal
If you don't keep your heat close
I'ma hang you on a meat post and then expose you to these people
This ain't even your occupation
When I'm in a deceitful situations, I'ma waste 'em, f*ck waiting
And if you wanna say something, b*tch then say it
You be sitting on your waist, go ahead, I ain't playing
I hate men, you gotta problem wit' it, n*gga
I love women, but I socked the hell outta b*tch
When I confront it, they get wrecked at home, ticking me off like a metronome
Bullets are flied through they flesh and bones
Without a register chrome
It's been embedded in n*ggas heads they might as well leave Swift the f*ck alone
You see what happened to Cosby
You probably wouldn't have proudly, but ain't no ducking and dodging me
I gets to f*cking you up constantly
Every time I see you, you be thinking you got lots of beef
You Massengale motherf*ckers cannot compete
You gay as hell, these are not your streets
So try to attack me
I'm bound to blow up like an Iraqi n*gga with a bomb strapped in back of me
I'm here to laugh at your agony
'Cause actually this masterpiece gon' have a lot of n*ggas mad at me
I automatically blast your chest cavity
When n*ggas get treated like the Raggedy Ann family
I'm like 'Semite Sam with two Glocks
Seeing how many men wanna get popped (Come again!)
I cannot stop with this doctrine of Hip Hop
And I got it locked with D-12 (Suck a c*ck)
[Outro: Swifty and Proof]
You n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t, but are you really equipped?
Y'all n*ggas ain't ready for war
You wanna trip like y'all after Swift but you ain't really got sh*t
Y'all n*ggas ain't ready for war
Ain't this 'bout a b*tch, you didn't now these n*ggas get sick!
Y'all n*ggas ain't ready for war
I rain on the innocent and the guilty, you finna get ripped
Y'all n*ggas ain't ready for war