EZ_Banz - Bon Appetit (Prod Kyu ...
• Written by EZ_Banz
//Verse 1, 0:15//
Some say I'm a menace
My raps, they be endless
If I broke your teeth, better call up a dentist
Yea I'm gonna get this
I'll sell devil's lettuce
Cause the more you got, the more people be jealous
If you gon be senseless
And ain't got reflexes
I'll shoot at your boys, and I'll leave em all headless
My shit is relentless
Was born in the trenches
One said they gon shoot me, but ain't got no weapons
Yea I'll show em whats up
But he might try to run
Imma chase after him, but I might need a gun
But he was kinda dumb
Cause he said he was done
So I grabbed his hand, and then I broke his thumb
Said his finger was numb
Saw he was chewing gum
So I pulled out my knife and I cut off his tounge
He was a fucking bitch
And was prolly a snitch
Put him in my trunk and dumped him in a ditch
//Hook, 0:48//
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
//Verse 2, 1:03//
Don't think it was needed
But damn, it got heated
We took it to court, and not guilty I pleaded
I made em believe it
Packin my bags, leavin
Cause I don't feel free in the country of freedom
And now back to the point
I might just smoke a joint
Feel like I'm floating in space on an asteroid
Made of diamonds and gold
Yea my rhymin is cold
High on acid, I got inner peace in my soul
And it really don't matter
Your brain on a platter
Your head is a baseball and I am the batter
Your skull gonna shatter
Your blood gonna splatter
If your head's a baseball, your coffin's the catcher
You're not a real rapper
Man, you're just an actor
I'll leave with more than just a fucking fracture
Yea, I am a slasher
Cut you with a dagger
Eat your brain with a fork, and bury you after
//Hook, 1:36//
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
//Verse 3, 1:51//
Got my uzi poppin
And there ain’t no stoppin
Talk shit to me, and I’ll put you in your coffin
Some watches I’m coppin
Your albums are floppin
Get my draco out, then you see bodies droppin
Then you know that you’re next
And you send your last text
Prayin to God, that these arent your last breaths
Drive off in Camaro
The roads really narrow
Running out of bullets, get my bow and arrow
Shoot like Kawaii Leonard
First place I’m a winner
I’m cooking it up, servin organs for dinner
Intestines and brains
With some Netflix and pain
Killin another dude, with my weapons and chains
Now acceptin your fate
Cause you've never been sane
Killin twenty at once, I propell a grenade
Its great so why waste it
The pain is quite gracious
Stockpiled up with ten jars of brains in my basement
//Hook, 2:24//
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit
Bon appetit
Trick or a treat
Bitch I got banz, and I'm bringing the heat
I am elite
You can't compete
I'll laugh when their career start to deplete
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat (yea)
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street (yea)
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep (yea)
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit (yea)
It's EZ_Banz, and I'm back on the beat (yea)
Tough muh' fucka been raised on the street (yea)
Wake up and rap all day, then go to sleep (yea)
Brain on a platter, bitch, bon appetit (yea)
//Ends at 3:20//
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EZ_Banz
Member since March 22 2023