Tim Westwood Freestyle
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
Counterfeit's and false profit's
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