The way these b**hes on my co*k
You'd swear it was 1985 and Teen Wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J. Fox
But no b**h, it's Danny Brown, I've got some weed up in my sock
So b**h get high with ya n***a
The sack I got is looking like some green caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These b**hes s** my dick like it was moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
From where these little n***as try to shoot you off that new Chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Describe my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
Murders all the time is all I see
Detroit 187 on you n***as' TV
And I can first agree this beat k** a n***a no charges
f** a female MC and a pop artist
Oh baby, I like it raw
And my dick so big left stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so institutionalized
I wake up 6 AM because I think it's chow time
Borderline porcupine, a step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the cosmos
And if these n***as cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on some potent, that these white boys be growing
While you n***as smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap n***as got lines I got encroachments
I get endorsements, so motherf** your co-sign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers till your broke spine
'Member back in '09, I told 'em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Light camera action, Hybrid be snapping
'Cause the days of no tissue had to wipe with wet napkins
Smear up the cla**ifieds, know it sound trife
But to be honest, a metaphor for my life, stop
Chip$:
Buzzing off the barbiturates and amphetamines
Chase it with a forty ounce of Ready Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Your b**h said I'm the swaggiest n***a she ever seen
Run up in your crib, two K's, one mag
Your girl get snatched like Cool J in I'm Bad
Cost to live, you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the b**h will f**
Homie gon' make me send them k**ers after him
Them n***as swing swords like World Fence Champions
You was popping pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinking you a gangsta k**er
I leave you stanking n***a, laid down
Face down like you taking a planking picture
But I can keep the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to back of your leg
Grab your chin and the back of your head
And twist them sh**s in opposite directions