Ready to murder shit, Tim Westwood?


Guess who comin' out, boy
Comin' out the south, boy
Curry known to spit like a Draco, Malfoy
I'm the only nigga that is fresher than a Altoid
Everything I drop gon' be hard as a asteroid
I could be a asshole, Assy McGee is actually me
Never trust a bitch
Adam may never come out of Eve
You could suck a dick
I'm 'bout to get my nuts out and leave
On to other shit, callin' up the mothership
Pardon me, pardon me
I departed with my scholarship
Heart of a lion, niggas be lyin' to be hard as shit
Watchin' them fall offs like the victim of a Spartan kick
Sit back and feel it, and while these other niggas politic
Politician, bitch, I'm pocket-pickin'
'cause my pot is pissin'
Try to diss me like you never heard
that verse, did on "Kristi
YamaGucci", I killed that shit like I was Gucci
Never been coochie, the only reason you salute me
Sergeant, sergeant! It's hard, it's smart, retarded
We chargin' your audience, my target
We starvin', I need protein and starches
Red carpet, the blood of your favorite artist
It's carnage when Curry spit venom
Call the ambulance so they can put some shit in him
All they see was niggas in some all-black denim
Caught another flow because I caught momentum, ah
Curry is the feces
Sharper than a bee sting
Nigga, I am beasting to a point where I could be Sting
Nigga, it's a meeting
Meaning is a you-ting
Fantastic Four, but for Curry is the new thing
Back for the Mula, put this Cris with no Luda
I could reach for the sky, tell the stars I'm a shooter
Keep my pockets on FUPA, cheddar cheese and chalupa
I will hang with my niggas, but I ain't mister Cooper
Bitch, my name is the Curry
Niggas scary like scurry
If you want definition, then they move in a hurry
If you waitin' to serve me, then you must be a waiter
I done came a long way from a goddamn raider
Makin' goddamn pla-per—

"Plaper", wait, what the fuck am I sayin'?
Hol' up, man, switch the beat, switch the beat

What's the deal? I'm caught up in the pickle, son
While people try to jack me with the nickel, son
The nickel-plate
Insinuate all the dough on my dinner plate
It's hyperactive, makin' you hyperventilate, uh
Stop breathing
Got whores on all fours and four seasons
No more for locked doors, we all greasin'
When you in a room full of gods, so pledge allegiance
Baby, open your cleavage, uh
On to Cleveland, I'm off to brown
And I might swerve my words, and I swerve my nouns
Renounced, when I used to smoke a ounce and bounce
Way back, way before I had a bank account
I had one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight pennies in my pocket
Actin' like the hot shit
Knowin' damn well that a nigga ain't got shit
Strictly for my niggas, way before I'm on that 'Pac shit
That was way back, like, where my slaves at
Way before Ross even had a Maybach
The cars, the jewels, the hoes don't impress me
Flashin' lights, and looking like it's epilepsy
I ball like pistols when you wanna be a Piston
Fuck your wrist, I'd rather go and put my fist in
Put your fist pump rather than a fist bump
I get the ski mask and watch your gods get slumped
Ain't no false prophets, counterfeits and false profits
Came through and you know I be the hot topic
Curry is the nigga on the knowledge, I drop shit
Denzel and you know I came through, I pop shit
The uzis and moves in rooms like the Yakuza
Far from losers, more like penny abusers
Money young, money on my mind, I'm
Sunny, sunny, sunny, let me shine, rise
Risin' on the motherfuckin' east like the Islam
I don't really give a fuck, they lookin' like, "Who is him? "
Nigga came through with the motherfuckin' ism
Like racism, or sexism, I texting 'em
That motherfuckin' knowledge I drop
Denzel, motherfucka, on the shit I pop
I skate like a motherfuckin' Figure 8
If a nigga wanna talk about a dinner date
You don't want this, you don't want that
You don't want that, I came through
Motherfucker, yeah, I gotta go back
With the throwback, like a motherfuckin' seventy
Came through with the motherfuckin' telepathy