Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ultimate , by - Denzel Curry. Release date: 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 |