[Verse 1]
I guess it's time to call Guinness who the f**s the sickest, lyricist from the Inland oh it's him
Curle the God better put him on your hit list you don't want a kid with vision this gifted
I'm wicked raw hold you jaw when I'm spitting flow
Half baked bars was it too hot in the kitchen bro
Finna stop your line like Maleficent get it no?
Get the dough when they stop to spot me on the pinnacle
I'm beast b**h spit for free like a weak tip
Sure ill take a knee when rappers scream I wanna be him
They tryna speak but they all sproutting beneath him, I'm cheesin CurlE brought the heat to crop season
Soft speeches nah I'm hot blooded Ill be something way larger than Paul Bunyan
Stop fronting you're nothing lacking all substance your sh**s s**s b**h get running like grunions
[Hook]
Rappers show me their tracks I'm like trash that wack crap
I wouldn't touch that with a fat staff
What I spit is way colder than an ice cap
Time to take your mic back to buy yourself a white flag
[Verse 2]
You can try and block me but you best bring an army get off me I'm the god the shinigami
That raw speech out my f**ing noggin I'm hardly human, half Martian yo beam me up Scotty
Who woulda thought he'd be hotter than wasabi
Curle the norigami flowing like the ult of Nami
Don't mean to boast but you can't clone or copy the kid he's stone cold but still know to drop heat
The unwary I bury dont compare me if you ain't near me
Lyrically so please spare me the details no I don't wanna exchange emails
f*ggot you all the same found your style on retail
Alls well that ends well but damn f** the middle, Finna blow up like missiles but still getting no dinero
Curle the antihero I'm taking more then your name, of course your afraid, you sold your soul for some change
[Hook]
Rappers show me their tracks I'm like trash that wack crap
I wouldn't touch that with a fat staff
What I spit is way colder than an ice cap
Time to take your mic back to buy yourself a white flag