DIET_ - A COLORS SHOW - Denzel Curry

Pamela Anderson, Pam Grier

The man’s here, there’s no fear

Came through with no tears (Wah)

I don’t cry

Matter fact, I don’t lie like a bedside

To 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

D’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 it’s time to 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 show ain’t got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)

So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it’s atrocious (Nasty)

Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking

The Shogun, came through with no gun

One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command

And what I demand is some fuckin' peace and quiet

Told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet

Shoebox came with the doowop

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, mister

I am the master, I came through like a (Wait a minute), bastard

Nobody fathered my style

People said I would fall off, but I’ve been here for a while, so nope

Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant?

The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan

The vampire, taking over empires

If the game was a tooth, I’m a fuckin' pair of pliers

We gon' do 'em Vinny style

As you can see, this nigga got many styles (Serious)

Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (Serious)

They’re cold like ice

Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my niggas

Get money from a show, then deposit it (Uh)

Your show ain’t got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)

So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it’s atrocious (Nasty)

Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking

The Shogun, came through with no gun

One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command

And what I demand is some fuckin' peace and quiet

Told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet

You motherfuckers know what time it is

It’s the motherfuckin' championship