Take_it_Back_v2 By Denzel Curry & Kenny Beats Woah, Kenny Like Frederick Douglass, it’s time to pick my brain apart Lookin’ at the menu, m-----------, I’m the main part The patriarch of this ZUU s---, never no FUU s--- Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu s--- And you don’t want that, buddy, there’s no combat Ask Drake to pick you a season for you to come back Everything that Denzel spits, n----, is all facts I be stickin’ to the paper like a thumbtack Uh, I’m a paid m-----------, gun tucker I don’t trust ’em, I don’t love her Little brother, don’t make me reach out and touch ya I don’t got candy but I’ll turn your head to Gushers, sucka When you see the barrel better [?] Up for the kiss of death when silhouettes rush ya Cold like Russia, six feet under Sprayin’ at your crew like a damn crop duster After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx Still tryin’ to raise the charts so I don’t have to push a shopping cart You fell in love with Kali Ma,