[Verse 1: Danny Brown] The way these bitches on my cock You'd swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped And my name was Michael J Fox But no bitch it's Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock So bitch get high with ya nigga The sack I got is looking some green caterpillars But it smellin' like a skunk that's oh so defensive These bitches suck my dick like it was a moral incentive I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks Where these little niggas 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 Murders all the time is all I see Detroit 187 on you niggas TV And I can first degree this beat kill a nigga no charges Fuck 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 at 6 AM because I think its 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 niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis That be blowing on some potent That these white boys be growing While you niggas smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion Concoctions make world ending potions These other niggas got lines, dog I got encroachments I got endorsements so muthafucka 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 wipe with wet napkins Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife But to be honest a metaphor for my life
[Verse 2: Chip$] Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an amphetamine Taste it with a 40 oz of Ready Clean I swear I never ever smoke the better weed Yo bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga 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 bitch will fuck Homie gone make me send them killers after him Them niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer I leave you stankin' nigga 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 shits in opposite directions
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