[Intro]
(Yeah man)A dog hold up, hold up, hold up! Be quiet, be quiet. My man Kenny finna spit. (He finna spit, he finna spit)(Ima hungry!) Yall ready? (I am too man)(A lets go to Popeyes) Hold on, hold on, people still talking. A hold on, hold on. (Aw my bad bro gone head) Yall ready man. Yea, yeah we ready Kenny we ready. Alright. I said...
[Verse: Kenny]
L E O N is ready to commence
What I spit is nasty but my breathe don't got a super stench
Ima be the reason for everybody's exuberance
People gone bump me like a protuberance, you hooligans
They don't think he nothing special just because he nameless
But they brainless, cause he witnessing something painless
Right now they just stunting, try to treat him like he nothing
But they won't be fronting, the minute a brother get famous
So don't act friendly, you might as well step
A real friend is somebody you fight for to the d**h
You gotta follow 4 directions and I'm nice with the steps
Cause I can't front I got your back it wouldn't be right if I left
That's 4 directions
That's 4 directions, but hold on wait there a second
They thought they was cool when the rap game was in their possession
But there's a question, Why didn't they perfect their perfection?
These punches got you seeing different colors like iridescent
Maliek taught me that, it was for the best
I'm not paying for the studio I'll just record with Fess
I had punchlines for the longest and my metaphors the best
I used to rap with dinosaurs I was the Metaphorus Rex
Now which metaphor is next?, I captivated, gravitated
Collaborated, they evacuated, when I activated
Rap was fabricated, now I'm agitated, aggravated
Wanna make it rain to know that my paper evaporated
I decapitated, these rappers, then I linger
I would have kept on going but bro I ran out of fingers
Sick, and hot headed so understand I'm a fever
Remember at football games I rapped up on the bleachers
That's cause I'm too vicious, matter fact I'm three vicious
Ridiculous, Leon ain't never for them sneak disses
Got detectives asking, Who k**ed the dude at rapping?
I'm the reason it happened, but I'm saying he did it
Going ham on weak lyrics, He laughing cause he get it!
Rappers gone die like dark hair with bleach in it
Eight minute song, going eight minutes strong
So you ain't really long, compared to me you a sneak snippet
Lyrics in my pocket rapping must be in Kenny jeans
In the cut but stronger then alcohol it must really sting
Worked all summer and couldn't record anything
But when I do watch the type of material Kenny bring
No cursing so I'm clean you already know he gross
I hate to brag, Nah I don't! You already know he boast
When you hear Kenny you know he dope
I'm a click away, Adam Sandler ain't even remotely close(Crowd response)
That's imaginary, but this the life I got
I thought punchlines determined if I was nice or not
And I went over my head thinking I was hot
The minute I got co*ky was the minute I got writers block
But I can make it, if I concentrated
Why mistake, they ain't crap like they constipated
All my homies call me Ken but don't try to say it
I am not Ken to you man we are not related, You feel me!?
But yall do yall, I know this ain't the pool hall
But this black eight, hate getting knocked by the que ball
All the rappers that grew tall, Ima make them look too small
All you gone say is Deng, like the name after Luol
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, but I'm moving on
I got a come back every time I go like you threw a bone
I rock like the Flintstones on my newest songs
I'll Yabba Dabba! do you wrong, when I type on my computer phone
That was nasty like food from a bad chief
These punches shake the floor like a jab step
We pretty much done like the last step
This was MENT for yall like a Tic Tac on some bad breathe
Kenny
[Fade Out]
Aye! (Aye get a deal with Def Jam!) Alright man we feel you. (BARS!)