♪ 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 (god damn) ♪

♪ Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (ooh) ♪

♪ Hey, young boy had to penetrate (ooh) ♪

♪ Face, young boy done caught a case (ooh) ♪

♪ Bang, now his mama livin' with the pain (uh) ♪

♪ Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay (huh?) ♪

♪ Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate (oh) ♪

♪ 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 pop it in ♪

♪ Droppin' it in her esophagus (esophagus) ♪

♪ She get so nasty, in public she classy ♪

♪ Perhaps she is able to swallow it (uh) ♪

♪ Girl, I can make you a star (star, ooh) ♪

♪ 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 livin' 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 (damn) ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Droppin' 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 fuckin' 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 lookin' thirsty ♪

♪ Ridin' 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 (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 ♪