Kendrick Lamar – Rigamortus Lyrics

Rigamortus

Kendrick Lamar

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"Rigamortus." - Kendrick Lamar

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:43 pm

Album: Section.80

Track No: 11

Alright, here we go, third take
Real quick, Ali
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
Yes, sir (He dead)
Church (Amen)
I killed him (He dead)
Bitch (Amen)
And this is rigamortus, and it's gorgeous when you die
Ali recorded, and I'm Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind
I'm out the orbit, you a orphan and a hairdresser combined
I'm on a toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit, then I decline
I climax where you begin, and then I end on cloud nine
And that's important when you morph into an 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'ma be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you can fight, we always making 'em duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide
CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite (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 '70s
****, payback's a bitch, and bitch, you been living in debt with me
Dead 'em all, and especially leave a call on his mother voicemail
That 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
Solar system and barbecue, nothing else you can do
Yep, yep (He dead)
I killed him (Amen)
(He dead) Amen
(Amen) Got me breathing with dragons
I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard
I'm Marilyn Manson
Don't ask for your favorite rapper
Yep, yep (He dead)
I know (Amen)
For sure (He dead)
Amen (Amen)
Got me breathing with dragons
I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard
I'm Marilyn Manson
Don't ask for your favorite rapper
I wrapped him and made him Casper
I capture the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past you
I'll pass the weed to the pastor
We all are sinners, won't you send us to Bible study faster?
Your hypocritist reaction of blasphemy
I assassin my casualty
And it's casually done
And tell 'em my salary come
In lump sum one hundreds, don't talk to me 'bout no money
The sun is under my feet
And I come in peace to compete
I don't run if you'd 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 deceased
Some persistence, recognize I be
Really too vicious, the permanent beast
And the demolition breaking up the street
Better partition, better dot your T
And I gon' mention how the far you see
Putting my dick in the rap industry
Everybody bitching, getting mad at me
Recognize Kendrick in the battery
And I'm charged up, and the catastrophe
Is charged up, and the audacity
Of y'all fucks never could hassle me
And y'all luck just ran out, you'll see
Yep, yep (He dead)
I know (Amen)
For sure (He dead)
Amen (Amen)
Got me breathing with dragons
I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard
I'm Marilyn Manson
Don't ask for your favorite rapper
Yep, yep (He dead)
I know (Amen)
For sure (He dead)
Amen (Amen)

Writer(s): Eric Reed, Kendrick Lamar, Willie B.

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