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Ultimate

Denzel Curry

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Lyrics

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (woo) Hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh) Face, young boy done caught a case (woo) Bang, now his mama living with the pain (uh) Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay (huh?) Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate (ooh) Now a nigga harder than the head of the state (damn) Denzel Curry is the new candidate (damn) Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this shit, chop your esophagus (esophagus) Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and poppin' it Dropping it in her esophagus (esophagus) She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it Girl, I can make you a star (star) Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch (damn) Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist (flame) Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (damn) Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm living so harmonious (harmonious) Feelin' like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate Ultimate Bitch, I'm I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the internet, photosynthesis Put up parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life But yet the question is, is he fake, is he real? What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up I'ma sever it when I sever shit I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an Animorph Bitch, I'm a beast (beast) Nigga, you tell me who fuckin' with me? (Me) K to the I to the N to the G (G) Claim you the hottest, but I disagree ('gree) Better love something than get a degree ('gree) This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P Arrivederci, bitches lookin' thirsty, ridin' through the dirty Like it's mandatory, endin' of the story I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates

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