Kendrick Lamar - Kurupted lyrics

[Verse 1] These streets is jura**ic, cowards get asthmatic Astronauts hover throughout the atmosphere, that the ghetto burb Pull up on the curb (what's up homie!), smoke a n***a then dip It's the immaculate, verbal a**a**in, strangle your perfect etiquette to an accent This is Jesus of Nazareth Spittin' gold policies to a world unknown In a cherry Low-Low with four zones of weed, no sticks no seeds Prestigious when I post safe through fifty states, beneath the speed Can corral the largest crowds, mosh pit with a big dick Screaming b**hes ain't sh**, she gobble gobble for hours I jumped in the shower I dismantle, devour, hardest Emcees softer than Clam chowder No challengers can compete, they're childish and weak, detrimental Hazardous hazard to instrumentals, intertwined with God and Frankenstein I'm kurupted! I'm kurupted! [Verse 2] Gimme a hundred G's for every Emcee I drop to their knees Verbically useless, oh you got the Juice? I'll squeeze you juiceless Catch you, hang you from many nooses Been the truth since, Snoop and the pound was f**in' over ruthless Young and I'm ruthless, twenty-one with twenty-one guns, shottys thats looted from pac, lyrical cyclops Lazer-in on paper and fraudulent friends, b**h you's a b**h in disguise and b**hes get ten Bullets to their midsection, Mr. Lethal injection in a regal higher than church steeples, I swear to god Count your lyrics in a jar, I'mma pterodactyl tearin' ya squad, like pardon me in Terrance Martin in Aston Martin Cannibal co-existing with the coldest, that means I'm the sickest, and Theraflu won't do Whenever I'm kicking the wickedness, explosive, syntagmatic, smokin' like the barrel of this tech aimin' at ya' neck I'm kurupted! I'm kurupted! [Verse 3] (Look homie) I'm from C-O-MP-TO-aNy n***a can get it, the little homie strapped and he with it At the Avalanche swap-meet (what's up fool!) Blunt longer than Rosecrans, I'll grab the devil then slow dance Practice trigonometry, practice my aim on rooftops eating pastrami sandwiches, you are counterfeit Worthless beats and verses surfaced. West Coast with a big scope k** all Y'all It's Top Dawg, TDE, CPT Quick to tell a b**h jump on my dick A.S.A.P Complete havoc, compulsive disorder, rhyme addict -- Slaughter House is full of Joey, Joells and Royces for ya' Live from the area code of Three-One-Oh, laughin' all the way to the bank with three Elmos Three six-fo's, One bottle of Goose, I'm the truth, you could put your hand on the bible and shoot I'm Kurupted! [Outro] See a lot of y'all get real disrespectful, real comfortable, not recognizin' ya' legends West Coast legends, Young Gotti I black out like Howard University when I verbally turn into Hercules hurtin' these Emcees early and urgently urkin' my nerves searching for certain certified nouns and verbs on the verge of vigorous victory. Kurupted