CurlE - The Shinigami prod. D.R.O. lyrics

[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