El RTNC - Grandma Hips lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Wagwan Foghorn Leghorn Come Halloween I'm the wrong one to egg on Four Megatron limbs harmin 'em with h*monyms Far from PC, I'm VC with his arm in the rim Got psalms and hymns (what are those?) Kick a rhyme on a whim Come for me - chance of you surviving extra slim Like a skinny MF DOOM, it'll be next to Grimm Knock you in your loose lips for popping off at the gums Like a packet of Eclipse Dawg you slipped for not recognizing YOD was god since we used to boost chips And the box juice Ssips Rockin pants that swish Then I link with rich to flip product The product of that was utterly hypnotic Your mind is not equipped to understand our quips Shut up and keep -- with your grandma hips Man, built like my auntie, hopped online same joke Eternally sleep telling cats to stay woke By doing this I'm a neighborhood treasure I pack some more -- in just for good measure That's a good measure, ain't it? I can see the future and that ain't it For tryna taint the pictures I painted I just might go start a residency Pump it out to Grammarcy Teacher said I was nice with the grammar, see Lord have mercy Thirsty, firstly known for flowing with finesse like Percy P And going hand to hand, can't see me man to man Plus your man's aura's f**ing Bananarama pandora Y'all cats sedentary on the road to dead and buried Practically souvenirs, haven't made a move in years Now give me dap or a five Old Droog the greatest rapper alive Shut the f** up [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Compare the flow to an avalanche A battle ram, HIV should be my acronym Sick pen game like a Bhurka game sonogram Born to k**, coming at ya like a p**no cam Ain't you know I smoke that fruity-color tucan? Eat the p**y, get her wetter than the Hoover Dam Ain't no need to say my name, b**h know who I am Rappers singing in the closet like Luther Van Get k**ed watching shows like Abraham Next I'm at your funeral doing a Shmurda dance Want beef, act like you're at the burger stand Pull the burner, put holes in your cardigan b**h, I'm 'bout to get the artisan Go Son of Sam have you shaking like Parkinson Ain't going in unless my n***a sneak the Larkin in Shoot a rapper just to help him with his marketin' (Come on, now here we go) Don't even get me started and One phone call, now your family we targetin' I'm about to wear my flow Wrecking sh** the parthenon I walk in, they be like "who let the Martian in?" Said I'm the best, it ain't a single n***a question it Either it's the truth or these n***as disrespectin' Took it as a sign every n***a k** they self Changing of the guard, all these whack n***as exit