Ultimate (feat. Juicy J) [Remix]

I am the one, don't weigh a ton

Don't need no guns to get respect

Up on the street

Under the sun, no bastard son

Whip out the Glock to feed themselves 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 livin' with the pain

Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay

Let him get the Senzu Beans so he regenerate

Now a **** harder than a head of the state

Denzel Curry is the new candidate

Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite

Stop the shit, chop your esophagus (Esophagus)

Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and poppin' it

Droppin' it in her esophagus (Esophagus)

She is 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 (Flame)

Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch

Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (Damn)

Dearly departed, it's done with it started

So now that I'm livin' so harmon'ous (Harmon'ous)

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 no guns to get respect

Up on the street

Under the sun, no bastard son

Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family

By, 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 **** up

I'ma sever it, when I sever shit

I kill 'em no Kony, these **** 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 a Animorph

Bitch I'm a beast

****, 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 RIP

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 no guns to get respect

Up on the street

Under the sun, no 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

I am the Juice from the mafia six

I whoop pimps like my bitch, 'cause I don't give a damn

I am the **** that drink that hard liquor

I smoke like a hippie and I pop them Xans

I am the **** that showed you the game

How to stick to the money, and get you some dough

Ain't no excuses, you grind it, you get it

You whip it and flip it and stun on these hoes

I need a moment of silence today

I killed the club, I pulled up in a Wraith

So hypnotizing, these hoes mesmerized

By my diamonds, I shine, and they try to throw shade

I want that throw but  I'm too proud to beg

Bitch kept a talkin', I threw her lil' bread

She get to sucking, now I just discovered a whole

A whole 'nother meaning to price on your head

Yo, tell 'em bring me change for a thousand

Hol' up, matter fact, make it fifty thousand

Hol' up, I got some assault drippin' off me

I think I'm about to change my name till a Thousand Island

Hol' up, bitch, I'm about to turn up a level

Fuckin' R&B chicks, out at Coachella

Give her that dick, she think I'm in love with her

Now she textin' me a motherfuckin' four page letter

I am the one, don't weigh a ton

Don't need no guns to get respect

Up on the street

Under the sun, no bastard son

Whip out the Glock to feed themselves 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