Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ultimate, artist - Denzel Curry.
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ultimate |
I am the one, don’t weigh a ton |
Don’t need a gun to get respect upon 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 |
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 popping it |
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 am the one, don’t weigh a ton |
Don’t need a gun to get respect upon 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’mma 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 upon 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 |