JPEGULTRA!

[Intro: Denzel Curry]

You think you know me

Out the trenches for you flabbergasted, fat fucks

It's your boy Denzel Curry in this bitch

And I'm chillin' with my nigga Peggy

You already know what time it is, we goin' around the world with it

And inside your girl with it, you feel me?

Live out of your bitch body like my nigga Wayne say

And you know, for Pete's sake

Nigga, the boy Denzel Curry gotta do what it take

To get that motherfuckin' money and that motherfuckin' bread

To get it all on your bitch head, you dig?

So, this how we gon' do it

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Okay, so I gotta be rude

No matter which way you go, you'll still be a square like a Rubik's Cube

Zeltron, nigga, I am that dude

Mе and J-P goin' A-P-E

So I got monkey bars, but this ain't PE

Everybody said I got ADD, but it nevеr add up, I'ma count past three

Matter fact, one

All of this devilish shit from D to MC, but it's guaranteed to make a rev run

Knee-high jump, better get far or it's T.I., stomp

South Florida nigga, but I'm North Dade, nigga

This year, I'ma be a too-paid nigga

Knockin' off the top, that's a toupee, nigga

I'm a tsunami, the new wave, nigga

Most of your members will be dismembered

When you fall off, bitch, I'm yellin' out, "Timber"

You couldn't fuck with me if I had Tinder

Last name Curry and the C for charisma

Somebody from Street Fighter 6 on my neck

But you niggas never do it like this

Got a brand new all-gold shin, Akuma hangin' from my neck to my dick

[Interlude: Denzel Curry]

Live and direct out your bitch pussy

This your boy Denzel Curry in this ho

A.K.A. Zeltron, A.K.A. Big Ultra

Y'all niggas don't know what the fuck it is

When a real nigga step into a room with some alligator shoes on

'Cause you know we straight out the swamp, straight out the Everglades

Out of Florida, bitch-ass nigga

You feel me? Dade County, Get Sprayed County

Lauderdale or Slaughterdale

You already know what the fuck it is

Ayy, Peggy, let me talk to 'em one time, hold up

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]

Niggas be beggin' for shit to be different until they get it, then they treat it indifferent

People projectin' they bullshit at you 'cause they dissatisfied with the life that they living

Niggas' net worth be like seventeen bucks while they begging for feet pics from shortys I been in

I can sniff out you proximity hoes, always near some shit going on, but never did it

I don't understand when people talk shit on me, they gotta lead with a lie or some fibbing

Friends acting like they don't wanna talk, then start begging for change, I don't know what it's giving

Niggas be tryin' to fuck on your bitch while they dappin' you up sayin', "I see your vision"

Fake friends turning on me for nothing, they mad 'cause they failed even with an advantage

This is my fight, I just woke up as a child of the light

Jumped on the beat, had to tell it good night

Y'all tried y'all best, but ain't hittin' it right

Kimber OG, I'm as high as a kite

Shop for success, well, I bought me a pint

Watch how I whip, I ain't stir-fry the rice

Get your head cracked just for rollin' the dice, uh

Now don't believe hype

Believe what you see, not what's said on the mic

Peggy Chun-Li, I kick out every time

Can't keep me down, so they try block the shine

Try fuck with my money, try fuck with my mind

Then acting like fucking they bitch is a crime

This ain't relatable, this ain't debatable

Somethin' happened to you, it's by design, shh

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man

JPEG motherfuckin' MAFIA

Makin' grown men emotional since 2008, at least

Now, walk around everywhere as me, you know

And you never catch me out here lookin' like these dirty-ass underground rappers

Locked in the Airbnb somewhere with a bunch of niggas, playin' with each other's dicks

Zero women around, loopin' records nobody wants to hear

[Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA]

Uh, look

On my knees for a God who can hear

I can't pray to no God I can't fear

I think I should have ran me a cult

Quarterback that ho like I'm Peyton on Colts

Fuck-niggas yappin' 'bout me on they alt

But when I see you, it's degrees of assault

You said you see him, you catching a case?

I hope not the one you got in your vault

'Cause that shit is shaky

Heard the church service said, "Come as you are"

So I showed up with a whole bunch of bitches that hate me

Told my main bitch to stop actin' expensive

Girl, pass me the mic, you as clueless as Stacey

I know that time heals wounds, but my time is money and I can't use time as saline

Pray, for all of my enemies, they either dead or hating, literally faking

Lame-ass niggas get exposed everyday and I don't gotta do nothing more than frustrate him

He's not a threat, bitch, I'm on him, a vet

I had marksman in basic, I never need training

Ayy, they make a career from hating

Ayy, they make a career from faking

I shit-talked my way right into a bag

You pussy in private, beg him for collabs

You pillow-talkin' to these bitches, it's sad

I don't know whether to slap you or laugh

Shower posse, give that baby a bath

I know your label saw a cash grab

You got popped then turned hashtag

Stop yappin' online 'cause you know where I'm at, lil' bitch

Fuck nigga