Intro 
Woah, Kenny 

Verse 1 
Pamela Anderson, Pam Grier 
The man's here, there's no fear 
Came through with no tears (Waa) 
I don't cry, matter fact, I don't lie like a bedside 
I tell the truth, then I tell you what it is or what it ain't 
Please roll me up another dank, another smoke 
Though I see it as the antidote to cure my daily anecdotes 
I see my thoughts, it's adios 
Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido 
The ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free-throw 
The evils, stay with the scripture what your momma read you 
You gotta milk the game, son, I couldn't bottle feed you 
This next bar was 'bout to do some Logic shit 
But now I gotta stop the shit and let me pop my shit 
Drama still added on, stayin' positive 
All my niggas on my side, on the opposite 

Chorus 
Get money from a show then deposit it (Uh) 
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah) 
So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (Nasty) 
Risin' like the stocks, stock (Stock) broken 
The Shogun, came through with no gun 
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command 
And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet 
I told 'em, "Please go to church, and please get on a diet" 

Verse 2
Shoebox came with the do-op
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come down on Tuesday
And I don't like Pixar, missed-star, I am the master
I came through like a (Wait a minute) bastard
Nobody father my style
People say I will fall off but I've be here for a while so nope
Are you ready for the motherfucking giant?
The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the Lycan
The vampire taking over empires
If the game was a tooth, I'm a fucking pair of pliers
We gon' do 'em Vinny style
As you can see, this nigga got many styles
Know too many niggas that got semi-rounds and cold like ice
Put thorns in your crown, you go out like Christ, my nigga

Chorus
Get money from a show then deposit it (Uh)
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)
So braggadocios, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (Nasty)
Risin' like the stocks, stock (Stock) broken
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet
I told 'em, "Please go to church, and please get on a diet"

Outro
You already know what time it is
It's the motherfuckin' championship