Type 2
Verse (BT Ahzure):
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, atе all the samples
They had no cakе, 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
Chorus:
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

Verse 2 (BT IcFv):
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 is very filled
Dangerously until ill be killed
Eating my food is my will
My muffins will be fulfilled
Chorus:
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