Underwater

Denzel Curry

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    Stick drill ravage
    From medulla of the savage
    Niggas sticking with the illest shit got more sticks than a cabin
    Wet em up like squarepants 'till the niggas start crabbin'
    Rundown gun down like birdman they clapping
    Brrrtt!
    What happened to that boy?
    Niggas yapping then they pull a strap into that boy
    Paramedics come stressing cause a nigga got wetted
    Lurking low in the gardens watch his head get severed
    I reign supreme, the world is mine and you can't do a thing
    Cause you can't kill a God but a God can kill a king
    Checkmate, fuck this shit you dead weight
    You the type to make a jit heart race
    Cut cable fuck niggas and what would that make you
    The person in the mirror not looking so beautiful
    Who is you nigga, mirror mirror in the bathroom
    Am I gonna take a job to the back room
    Later pimping down and hit em with that crack boom
    Then I send her home and laugh like some old coons
    By the store life is fact the truth is cold
    That's how you live 300 years more
    Philosophy the prophecy is probably a robbery
    Don't talk to me about, who's the motherfucking future
    C9 bow down to your rulers

    I got four niggas on the porch
    Two niggas out the park
    You better have your burner tucked when walking after dark
    Niggas be running reckless with their hammers ready to spark
    Everybody is a target in the hood they playing darts
    Taking them underwater
    It's through the hood and past the wudz
    Taking them underwater
    So pass the wudz and roll them good
    Taking them underwater
    And drive my mess understood
    Taking them underwater
    I'll take you underwater

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    Okay this one’s for all my dogs
    I do it for all of my niggas
    Mulatto, shout out vanity and broke [?] niggas
    Still thug livin'
    Come witness the black vision, trigger finger itchin'
    Brothers fall like thanksgiving, your heart is st. Nicholas
    Merry christmas american psycho with bale as the christian
    Bust your head like baby? Made of crimson
    Where is he now I'm spitting genocide to niglets
    Paraquiz back in the day, watch me form into bitches
    Completes the masters, you bastards
    Need to pass her, but the pastor, is an actor
    If the rapture was to capture
    Any mother fucker on this planet
    I know that God’s an artist so he’ll pick a good canvas
    So I let the bad ones perish
    I found God inside the face that I’m starin', at
    In my world Jesus is black and misunderstood
    I’m taking y'all past to the wudz and say

    There they go sticking again
    So steal, steal, steal, steal
    There they go sticking again

    Grab the steer throw the keys get the mac
    Cyberspace mask doing drive-bys in hovercrafts
    Black hover craft
    Grey matter gats counter act
    What better way to use crack to terminate blacks
    Black got jacked now that’s the school of hard rock
    This ain’t no game you don’t live with a life stock
    Like the legend of zelda it’s heaven or hell, bruh
    You callin' for 911 but there’s no one to help ya
    M16 feel like it's hamburger helper
    And now you see yourself flying with delta an airline
    Tech 9 young and wave it ya take lives it’s c9
    You fuckin' with the wrong air-side
    Combine my organized crime in the mean time
    We seem blind still on the grind till we see shine
    Hover slow on the green eye
    You better hope you have a keen eye
    Drown the youth

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