Sick & Tired - BADBADNOTGOOD Sessions

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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