Denzel Curry, Kenny Beats GONE FISHING

I thought that headache had gone away I guess buffered aspirin is not enough (Yeah) Gone fishing Lyrically, not for the masses But I got beats lined up to get they ass kicked A Dade rapper, but I never been on rap shit My verse is like a heavy hand on bald heads, it's hard not to slap it My passion is Christ-like, write like Ernest Hemingway But I fight like Mike with a swipe bite Real deal, Holyfield type night, you know what they might like Bitch, I'm the zeitgeist since I was like, mm, what, sixteen? Went to school and spit mean My dog was totin' hammers, we ain't talkin' 'bout no split screen I'm so ill, I'm sick mean, but back then, I sipped lean And I'm talkin' way back, when Jay-Z had big jeans Fuck the best rapper shit, I'm tryna make– (Cha-ching) I can't be the GOAT and still be bunk, it's not fittin' A history of hits, but now for you, it's not hittin' I'm Audi-5000 in this bitch, I'm goin' fishing Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm going fishing Uh, uh, uh, ooh Stop, stop, stop, right here, right there Oh my God, a bitch-ass nigga approaches Type to steal your roaches when your homie's done smokin' A real charlatan, who's irrelevant at the moment Hardly amount to nothin', I leave 'em pissy and puffy Your life resumé sayin', "You really suck at this" Bad bitch, succubus, ass is re-dunkulus 'Fore you had a style, you had to carry a suffix Sled on your ice, it's never a cool run-in Fossil fuelin' up, I make the booth the gas chamber The gorilla in the mist like Mystikal, you all in danger I'm submerged in the paper, bred to get it when I wake up Doctors say it's been a part of my genetic makeup Lay up (Mm), really wish you could've been a baller You a angry fan in the stands, you a bother Last quarter serving up your team in one sittin' (What are you doing there?) Bitch, I'm goin' fishing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (For three days, you'll be doing nothing, but fishing) (I believe he was fired)