Denzel Curry N64 song lyrics

Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch

Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket

Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit

One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit

Delivery, Im the bullet that killed Kennedy

Enemy, DITC, darkest symphony

Neck broke, fuck around and let the tech blow

Red beam to us is not gonna make it look like techno

I told you, I dont even wanna be the best, hoe

Im the threat with Tourette, making motherfuckers John Doe

Ricky Rozay, bury his killer,

Making a family cry together like the old Js

Back in the old days Im the one thats chosen

Thug from the 90s, Im cryogenically frozen, avenger

Yeah, I be the Joker and the Riddler

With a mind set thats switched like Harvey Dents den

The Dark Knight, fucking Clark Kent

Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time would suspend

Suspended animation when my brain reacts

Dont belong in this world like Im Samurai Jack

Click clack on a Glock 17, get mean

Then put the ghost face so we can empty the cream

Cash rules everything around me, surrounded the ditch

Where they dug the darkness thats shrouding

You found me, Nemo, ego come easy

Bro, Im from a city where niggas they con easy

Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee

They make it on the late night news, nigga, good evening

Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch

Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket

Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit

One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit

Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch

Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket

Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit

One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit

Im massive, fornicating with crack shit

Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic

Sharing a needle with a common/hobo

Sterilize with the spit that comes from a Komodo dragon

Gun shot, fire, Im blasting, go and sip that shit, its just a classic

Thats a hit for you, bastards, thats the shit for you, bastards

Im lugubrious because Im from a place where niggas shoot at shit

And never on no Buddha shit, that knock knock, then who is it?

Am I really losing it? Maybe, trapped in a white room with a dead baby

Am I growing crazy? Is my name Casey? Anthony, then that baby turns into an amputee

Goddamn, Im really losing my mind

Or should I end it all just like grabbing a nine?

But its too easy, figures on my mind eat me

Put me into isolation so you wouldnt see me

Free me from misery, Im uneasy

Pain, emotion from the grip I gained

Yet another young brain slain, maintain

You just lost consciousness, thats life when you live without consequence

Death over sixteen shots, his head is split, dead