[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] These streets is Jurassic, cowards get asthematic Astronauts hover throughout the atmosphere That's the ghetto bird. Pull up on the curve "Wassup homie!", smoke a nigga then dip It's the immaculate, verbal assassin Strangle your perfect etiquette to an accent This the 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 pulsate the 50 states My need for speak can corral the largest crowds Mosh pit, with a big dick screamin' "Bitches ain't shit!" She gobble gobble for hours, I jumped in the shower I dismantle, devour hardest Emcees, softer than clam chowder No challengers can compete, their childish and weak, detrimental Hazardous hazard to instrumentals, intertwined with God and Frankenstein [Hook] I'm Corrupted I'm Corrupted [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Gimme a hundred g's, for every emcee I dropped to their knees Verbally useless "Oh you got the juice!?" I squeeze you juiceless Catch you, hang you, from any nooses Been the truth since "Snoop and Tha Pound" was fuckin over Ruthless Young and I'm ruthless 21 with 21 guns, shot and saluted for Pac Lyrical cyclops, lasering in on paper and fraudulent friends Bitch you's a bitch in disguise, and bitches get ten Bullets to their midsection, Mr. Lethal Injection In the regal higher than church steeples I swear to God, can ya lyrics in a jar I'm a pterodactyl tearin ya squad like pardon Me and Terrace Martin enacting Martin Cannibal coexisting with the coldest, that mean I'm the sickest And Thera-flu won't do, whenever I'm kicking the wickedness Explosive, cinematic, smoking Like the barrel of this TEC aimin at ya neck [Hook] I'm Corrupted I'm Corrupted [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I'm from C-O-M-P-T-O any nigga can get it The lil homie strapped and he with it At the Avalon's swap meet, "wassup fool!?" Blunt longer than Rosecrans I grab the devil then slow dance Practice trigonometry Practice my aim on rooftops eating pastrami sandwiches You are counterfeit, worthless piece of verses surf this West Coast with a big scope kill all yal It's Top Dawg, TDE, CPT Quick to tell a bitch jump on my dick A-S-A-P Complete havoc composer, disorder: rhyme addict Slaughter houses full of Joeys, Joells, and Royces for ya Live from the area code of 310 Laughing all the way to the bank with 3 elmos Three 64's, 1 bottle of goose I'm the truth You can put ya hand on the bible and shoot [Hook] I'm Corrupted
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