B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Diet 1.5 lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] It's the remix, ni**a Woah, Kenny! Kenny, you ready? [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (Hahahaha) In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don't no stashes come in it (Huh) Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, ni**a (What up) Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with ni**as (Uh-uh) The way I'm crafting this sh*t get way too tactical, ni**a All my albums is classical just to challenge you ni**as My sh*t been in crazy demand (I know), but play again I be plugging with eighty grand and have it eighty a gram I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands Who else glacier'd they hand and be wearing Bape sh*t from France? I'm into lightskin b*tches and blue dinero (Okay) Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero Every year, they discuss me—who else they gon' name but me? And Gunn—we the ones who they call when they get rusty Griselda, ni**a [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick sh*t, it's atrocious (Nasty) Rising 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 fu*king peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] 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) ba*tard Nobody fathered my style People said I would fall off, but I been here for a while, so, nope! Are you ready for the motherfu*kin' giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan The vampire, taking over empires If the game was a tooth, I'm a fu*king pair of pliers We gon' do 'em Vinny-style As you can see, this ni**a got many styles (Serious) Know too many ni**as that got semi rounds (Serious) And cold like (Ice) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my ni**a [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick sh*t, it's atrocious (Nasty) Rising 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 fu*king peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet [Outro: Denzel Curry] You already know what time it is It's the motherfu*king championship