Type 2 ft. BT Ahzure & BT IcFv Lyrics

Let's go

I bought all the chips at the Tesco

I get home, and I'm cooking up Presto

Put on a layer of grease on it, fresh coat

You could cook up a scheme to cancel me

But I'm already eating the recipe

10k cal a day is a necessity

I'm on my way to obesity

Make a pit stop at the bakery

Pick up something real savory

Sugar the only thing saving me

Working out is such fakery

Teeth so nasty, just got dental

Weight so mental, pulled up in the rental

Walked inside, ate all the samples

They had no cake, that had me baffled

They told me to walk home when the car broke

But me walking home is a big no

I'll lose to much weight, I might as well roll

Somehow got home to my Sugar Bowl

Pull out 5 boxes of Pringles

Really make my stomach tingle

When I'm done, lick my fingers

Back in the car to get fish fingers

I'm crazy and I'm obese

Eat all the stuff at the feast

I'm so big, you can call me a beast

Fly from Mideast to the east

To find more food for me to eat

Because I need some more yeast

Need my food nicely greased

So my weight will never decrease

What am I eating, Type 2

What am I getting, Type 2

What am I sweating, Type 2

What am I saying, Type 2

All of this weight, I don't lose

Eating so much, I get bruised

I swallow it, I don't chew

So what is next on the menu

What am I eating, Type 2

What am I getting, Type 2

What am I sweating, Type 2

What am I saying, Type 2

All of this weight, I don't lose

Eating so much, I get bruised

I swallow it, I don't chew

So what is next on the menu

You know we getting that type 2

All these haters need to move

When we rap we bring the crew

The view count going boom

This the 2nd not the 1st

Cooking egg till he burst

He's not bad he's the worst

Disstracks I didn't verse

Its a mess

We are stressed

In a process

This is chess

We are obsessed

We are Cooking make a guess

Don't be distress

Because we address with all finesse

Type 2 is my condition

This food is very delicious

Breaking my stomach is my mission

Grabbing the food in kitchen

My jaws are getting so tired

The sauce is in the fryer

The food is about to expire

Got to go cop it from Myers

They call me Mohammad Ali

Dancing around but never say please

Scratching around just like a flea

I'm not a snitch won't do a plea

My blood filled

Dangerously until ill be killed

Eating my food is my will

My muffins will fulfilled

What am I eating, Type 2

What am I getting, Type 2

What am I sweating, Type 2

What am I saying, Type 2

All of this weight, I don't lose

Eating so much, I get bruised

I swallow it, I don't chew

So what is next on the menu

What am I eating, Type 2

What am I getting, Type 2

What am I sweating, Type 2

What am I saying, Type 2

All of this weight, I don't lose

Eating so much, I get bruised

I swallow it, I don't chew

So what is next on the menu