Artist: Denzel Curry Album: Nostalgic 64 Song: N64 Typed by: AZ Lyrics Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock bitch Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit Delivery, I'm the bullet that killed Kennedy Enemy, D.I.T.C., darkest symphony Necro, fuck around and let the TEC blow Red beam to his noggin make it look like techno I told you, I don't even wanna be the best, ho I'm the threat with Tourette's making motherfuckers John Doe Ricky Rozay, Aquarius Killa The Keyser Soze Making a family cry together like the O'Jays Back in the old days, I'm the one that's chosen Thug from the 90's, I'm cryogenically frozen Avenger, but yet I be the Joker and the Riddler With a mindset that's switched like Harvey Denture's dent The Dark Knight, fuck a Clark Kent Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time with suspense Suspended, animation when my brain reacts Don't belong in this world like I'm Samurai Jack Click Clack on the Glock, seventeen get me Then put the Ghostface so we can empty the cream Cash rules everything around me surrounding The ditch where they dug the darkness that's shrouding Found me, Nemo, ego Kanyeezy Bruh I'm from a city where niggas they con easy Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee Then make it on the late night news, nigga good evening Ya Mike, things are quite here now at Miami, Carol City High School, but earlier today was quite the scene when nearly the entire student body walked out of the school to protest Trayvon Martin's murder. Signs in hand, chanting justice for Trayvon. Now Trayvon actually went to school here at Carol City last year so some of these kids actually knew him personally, and they say his murderer should be behind bars Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock bitch Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit [x2] I'm Acid, fornicating with crack shit Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic Sharing a needle, with the common / hobo Sterilize with the spit that shoots from a Komodo Dragon, gun chuck, fire, I'm blasting Dope and sick, that shit is just a classic Huh, that's a hit for you bastards That's the shit for you bastards I'm lugubrious because I'm from a place where niggas Shoot at shit and never on no Buddha shit, that knock-knock And who is it? Am I really losing it? Maybe Trapped in a white room with a dead baby Am I going crazy? Is my name Casey? Anthony, then the baby turns into an amputee God damn I'm really losing my mind Or should I end it all just by grabbing a nine? But, it's too easy, Demonz of my mind leave me leave me Put me into isolation so you wouldn't see me Free me from misery and un-easy Pain, emotions from the crypt I gain Yet another young brain slain, mane...Dang! He just lost consciousness That's life when you live without consequence Death over sixteen shots, his head is split Dead