EVIL GRIN Lyrics – Denzel Curry, Kenny Beats

Read the full EVIL GRIN lyrics by Denzel Curry and Kenny Beats from the album ii along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Denzel Curry’s music, you can also explore GONE FISHING, another song by Denzel Curry.

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
Huh (Hahahaha, uh)

[Refrain: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, uh, yeah, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Uh-huh
All these b!tches, man, we love this, man (B!tch-ass)
It’s reality over here (Uh), leave the fake s*it over there

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Cap to the back of his head, it’s a yarmulke, Curry to kill a maniacal man
The prodigal son, a reliable friend, either one of them will slide in a van
Van Damme in a Trans Am, hopping out (Pew, pew), goddamn
Might wanna know when it’s clicking the face, I’m with no room to panic, I’m locked in
Underestimate me greatly, frankly, I don’t give a fu*k
Got another trench coat, let me hit my n!gga Peggy up
Like hit him like brrt (Uh, what up? Hahaha)
He laughing hysterical from the underground, it’s Indian burial
Rather leave a n!gga nowhere like Merial
If it’s over your head, then it’s aerial, have you sleeping with the mermaids
No first aids, let the birds go in your bird cage
White dove go for any motherfu*ker tryna smack me with a white glove
There isn’t a battle to win, records spin, I flash the evil grin

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA]
Make sure data is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your blood as fresh as possible
The closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you’re going to be up close (Hysterical)

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
B!tch, it’s Peggy Chapo, tell a b!tch bring that guapo, pronto (Huh)
I ain’t just whipping up s*it to shock you, this s*it here is gospel (Uh)
I ain’t even got no fans, I’m drinking Kool-Aid with my Apostles (Huh)
I can’t even pop no Xans, I’m always down, just what I been up to (Uh)
Waking up early to ball, feeding my dogs, answer the call

Me and Zel-Tron get it popping, these rappers just pop at the mouth and don’t do s*it at all (Huh)
Uh, ho is defied, now I’m banded, hop off the porch, let’s box with God, uh
You feel that trip in your speakers, huh, I never rap, I’m a preacher
N!ggas be riding on d!ck, no, you cannot kick it, my n!gga, this isn’t the league of fragile ho
Throwing that rock, don’t hold your hand, you selling outfielders, b!tch
Give me that stash, I’m out, we crashing out like Baby Kia, b!tch
It’s just the dog in me, I’m thinking ’bout starting a beef with PETA, b!tch
I’m Peggy Cena, you can’t see me, I’m too player with this s*it
I got haters on my d!ck, throw it in brown when I piss (S*it)
I heard so much bulls*it, I think I got tinnitus
Y’all can’t be serious with this s*it, these n!ggas periods be on script
I don’t wanna fu*k that ho, that ho right here inferior to my b!tch
You ain’t gotta like it, but put some respect on my name like Birdman in this b!tch (Uh)

[Refrain: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, uh, yeah, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Make sure data is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your blood as fresh as possible
The closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you’re going to be up close (Going to be up close)