Swurve

Swerved up in the Odyssey
Two inches from the ground's where the bottom be
It's not a low kit, it's a weight problem, see?
Yo, hark the herald angel of honesty
Hands up like a robbery
Or a roller coaster coastin' probably
Got the plants in the bowl like it's botany
Constantly stay spinnin', spit that pottery, yeah
And we don't want a problem, see
We want the dollars in the pockets, cop a lotta cheese
Honestly, I'm a livin', breathin' lottery
I got half a mind to take your brains out like lobotomies
Swerved up on the Huffy XL
Two fat tires rollin' on some eggshells
Red in the face, medicate to get well
The last one standing 'cause damn, the rest fell
So chirp the Nextel, he heard your bread stale
This birdie be hurtin' for worms with the purpose
I earn it for certain, I swerve when I set sail
Waves crashin' up on the whip
That's when I swerved up on the damn rumble strip
Send it up from the gut to the tongue to lips
But I keep the pedal down, it's how I run the ship
I ain't rap just to mumble shit
I run it back with that humble spit
I been
Quick with it, rippin' it, killin' 'em softly
Tipsy and gaudy
Swervin' the whip while I drip like a faucet
Flippin' you off while I'm grippin' my balls
And I'm sippin' some coffee
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