Curly Headed Clown
The Rhyme Masters

Verse 1:
Yo, Hunter, in your delivery truck,
Think you’re a baller, but man, you just suck.
Curly hair floppin’, lookin’ like Jack Harlow,
But on the court, you’ve got about zero.

Chorus:
Curly headed clown, can’t shoot from downtown,
Living in your mom’s basement, wearin’ that frown,
Furniture deliverin’, it’s your daily grind,
But I’m here to remind you, you’re just wastin’ time.

Verse 2:
You think you’re so fly, but you can’t even dunk,
Watch me drain threes while you just sit and funk.
Stoner vibes, man, that ain’t your style,
Tryna cross me up? Just sit down for a while.

Chorus:
Curly headed clown, can’t shoot from downtown,
Living in your mom’s basement, wearin’ that frown,
Furniture deliverin’, it’s your daily grind,
But I’m here to remind you, you’re just wastin’ time.

Bridge:
Hungry for the fame, but you can’t catch a break,
Only thing you’re good at is makin’ mistakes.
Lyin’ on the couch, while I’m out making moves,
Sorry to break it to you, but you’re just a snooze.

Verse 3:
So step it up, Hunter, or just step away,
This ain’t a game, and we don’t play.
Your skills on the court, they're a huge joke,
So here’s a little lesson, wake up, smoke!

Chorus:
Curly headed clown, can’t shoot from downtown,
Living in your mom’s basement, wearin’ that frown,
Furniture deliverin’, it’s your daily grind,
But I’m here to remind you, you’re just wastin’ time.

Outro:
So next time you see me, just know it’s true,
I’m the king of this game; you just a curler in the brew.
Turn off the stoner vibes, put your balls in play,
Maybe then you’ll take a shot and not fade away.