Ultimate Lyrics - Denzel Curry

Ronny J, listen up 

I am the one, don't weigh a ton 

Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street 

Under the sun, the bastard son 

Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family 

By any means, your enemies my enemies 

We wet them up like a canteen 

The yellow tape surrounds the fate 

Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates 

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Great, eliminate like ElimiDate 

Hey, young boy had to penetrate 

Face, young boy done caught a case 

Bang, now his mama living with the pain 

Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay 

Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate 

Now a nigga harder than the head of the state 

Denzel Curry is the new candidate 

Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite 

Stop this shit, chop your esophagus 

Bitches be bopping it, bow down and pop it in 

Dropping it in her esophagus 

She get so nasty, in public she classy 

Perhaps she is able to swallow it 

Girl, I can make you a star 

Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch 

Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness 

Narcissist, part time an arsonist 

Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch 

Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus 

Dearly departed, it's done when it started 

So now that I'm living so harmonious 

Feeling 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 

Under the sun, the bastard son 

Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family 

By any means, your enemies my enemies 

We wet them up like a canteen 

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 

Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me 

K to the I to the N to the G 

Claim you the hottest, but I disagree 

Better learn something and get a degree 

This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P 

Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty 

Riding through the dirty, like it's mandatory 

Ending of the story 

I am the one, don't weigh a ton 

Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street 

Under the sun, the bastard son 

Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family 

By any means, your enemies my enemies 

We wet them up like a canteen 

The yellow tape surrounds the fate 

Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates.