Rigamortis Remix Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro] 

Alright, here we go, third take, real quick Ali 

[Hook] 

Got me breathing with dragons 

I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard 

I'm Marilyn Manson with madness, now just imagine the magic 

I light to asses, don't ask for your favorite rapper 

(He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch 

(He dead) I killed him (Amen) Bitch 

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[Verse 1] 

And this is Rigamortis and it's gorgeous when you die 

Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind 

I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined 

I'm on the toilet when I rhyme if you the shit then I decline 

I climax where you begin and then I end on Cloud 9 

And that's important when you morph into a angel in the sky 

And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply and tell me 

That you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite 

And I'mma be here for a while just buckle up before the ride 

Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them duck or die 

A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide 

CSI, just might investigate this fucking parasite 

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[Verse 2] 

(He dead, amen) That's what they telling me 

Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony 

Ferragami so many and cool enough for the 70's 

Nigga, payback's a bitch and bitch you been living in debt with me 

That I more than especially, leave a call on his mother voicemail 

To say that he rest in peace, bigger chopper the recipe 

Wrestling, that's irrelevant rather rest at your residence 

Whistling to the melody couldn't think of a better D 

Better be on your P and Q, it's just me Jay Rock, Soul and Q 

So the system ain't barbeque, ain't nothing else you can do 

(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I killed him 

(He dead) Haha (Amen) Amen 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

I rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA 

My pedigree to fly past ya, I pass the weed to the pastor 

We all are sinners, won't you send us to bible study faster 

Your hypocrite-esque reaction a blasphemy 

I assassin my casualty and it's casually done and tell 'em my salary come 

A lump sum of hundreds don't talk to be 'bout no money 

The sun is under my feet and I come in peace to compete 

I don't run if you rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks 

And I go visit the nearest creek and I get busy on many MC 

Really ballistic, anybody can see any assistance, everybody done see 

Some persistence, recognize I be really too vicious, the permanent beast 

And the demolition, breaking up the streets, better partition, better dot your T 

And I gon' mention, how the far you see, putting my dick in the rap industry 

Everybody bitchin', getting mad at me, recognize Kendrick in the battery 

And I'm charged up and the catastrophe is charged up and the audacity 

And y'all fucks, never could hassle me and y'all luck, just ran out you'll see 

(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I know 

(He dead) For sure (Amen) Amen 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] 

Pull Up, I'm parking my Caddy 

That's when I fuck it up badly 

Frankly, I'm happy to tell niggas 

"Have manners 'front the daddy" 

I carry the Anthony Mackie 

And put holes in you badly 

Fuck sending you off in a hearse 

I'll send you off in a taxi 

Have you bloody leaky looking like you tampon or maxi 

Retaliation talk: shut the fuck up nigga 

Exactly nasty the classy the flashiest how I'm on it 

Don't ask me no kind of questions and mention 

I'll leave your face in a pantry 

And gladly lump up your shit and bumpin your face up like acne 

Break your teeth, replace them with veneers bigger than Lil Scrappy 

Feeling like growing my dread again 

Letting my shit get nappy 

Throw me on a New York fitted 

While reppin' like I'm a Yankee 

If they wanna front then I hit em and I tap em 

Eat a nigga's food like its a scampi 

When it come to bitch niggas, I'm a little bit a racist 

Governor Pataki 

Papi, you're the master, auntie 

Pops was a little bit manly, fuck all that aiming 

I'mma hit him in the front, hit him in the back 

So substanc-y 

Then I gotta Bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-beat a nigga leave him in the alley 

You don't really wanna know how you niggas always be making me aggie 

Organs in your drawers now you wearing your pants saggy 

Haggling niggas with scriptures, spittin, you should be happy 

Gradually when I hit you I split you and leave you sadly in a 

Situation lay you out flatter than chicken patties 

It's the God, you hear me talking whenever you hear the raspy 

And when it comes to murkin' something you should never put past me! 

[Hook]