DIET_
Kenny Beats, Denzel Curry
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(Woah, Kenny) Pamela Anderson, Pam Grier The man's here, there's no fear Came through with no tears I don't cry Matter fact, I don't lie like a bedside I tell the truth then I tell you what it is Or what it ain't Please roll me up another dank, another smoke Though I see it as the antidote to cure my daily anecdotes I see my thoughts, it's adios Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido The ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free-throw The evils, stay with the scripture what your mama read you You gotta milk the game, son, I couldn't bottle feed you This next bar was 'bout to do some Logic shit But now I gotta stop the shit and let me pop my shit Drama still added on, stayin' positive All my niggas on my side, on the opposite Get money from a show then deposit it (uh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Risin' like the stocks (stock) broken The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em, "Please go to church, and please get on a diet" Shoebox came with the do-op One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac Two shots, that's two grazed in two days What goes up must come down on Tuesday And I don't like Pixar Missed-star, I am the master I came through like a (wait a minute) bastard Nobody father my style People say I will fall off but I've be here for a while, so nope Are you ready for the motherfucking giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the Lycan The vampire taking over empires The game was a tooth, I'm a fucking pair of pliers We gon' do 'em Vinny style As you can see, this nigga got many styles (furious) Know too many niggas that got semi-rounds and cold like ice (furious) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga Get money from a show then deposit it (uh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Risin' like the stocks (stock) broken The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet Told 'em, "Please go to church, and please get on a diet" (You already know what time it is) (It's the motherfuckin' championship)
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Written by: Denzel Rae Don Curry, Kenneth Charles Blume III
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