[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
The way these b**hes on my co*k
You'd swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J Fox
But no b**h my name is Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock
So b**h get high with ya n***a
The sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These b**hes s** my dick like was moral incentive
Off the chain like broke nunchucks
Where little n***as come thru and shoot you over new chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
Murder all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you n***as TV
I can first degree this beat and walk with no charges
f** a female MC and a Pop Artist
Ohh 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
I'm a borderline porcupine
A step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of these 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 them white boys be growing
While you n***as smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap n***as got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthaf**a a cosign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember back in 09
I told em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Lights camera action
Hybrid be snapping
Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
Smear up the cla**ifieds know it sound trife
But to be honest a metaphor my life
[Verse 2: Chip$]
Buzzin off the bar b**h you with's an amphetamine
Chase it with a 40 oz of Ready Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Yo b**h said I'm the swaggiest n***a she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo 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 gone make me send them k**ers after him
Them n***as swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a gangsta k**er
I leave you stankin' n***a
Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin 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