Baxok Curhunter

Niggas can't see me at the top Im'a hold 'em there Like I sit behind a solar flare Hip hop bipolar yeah Spit hot I'm the coldest heir Elemental but the flow is rare With this pencil I'm a overshare Yeah It's got a mind of its own Never lies on a song Sever ties every poem Recognize that I'm gone send shots Seven times at your dome Wives are gonna moan or mourn Ima get it on Blowing on strong Till my memory gone like Jason Bourne Assassinate pussies and make hit songs Yeah Most of these posers be openly hoping He choke when he go up on stage and he's opening Hope that it shake him like ovaltine But it won't break him It just makes him stronger like Wolverine Dough and Dopamine I got both of D's Dope and Deadly I proved that over C's Hoes still set on me Dog I'm over B's Please let go of me All I need is A check Beta males want to rig the game When the Alphabet My X-gene is Omega level I don't gotta swing To De Kappa Threat Curhunter Call me cur master My dog's aggressive Like curse casters The rap game been fucked up Like a broad undressing for her pastor Chase the bag like a purse snatcher The worst slasher since eighty-four EL Paso found thirteen But if I blow yo there may be more Cuz I live by the sword Like a knight or a lord Rappers getting sliced Identified twice Three nights in a morgue Two pikes in a corpse One king in this game And his first name's George I'm counting on y'all to hold me back If some beef happens Cuz I ain't shore If loose lips really sink ships Then both of us are going overboard Flowing heavy call me Wave-Master The whole world is my punching bag I know I'm ready for the big leagues Like a welterweight hits coming fast On my shit ain't coming back On my dick, have fun with that And tell the labels I don't take advances Pay my ass with a lump of cash