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[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
The way these *** on my ***
You'd swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J Fox
But no *** it's Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock
So *** get high with ya ***
The sack I got is looking some green caterpillars
But it smellin' like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These *** suck my *** like it was a moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
Where these little *** 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 *** TV
And I can first degree this beat kill a *** no charges
*** a female MC and a Pop Artist
Ohh baby I like it raw
And my *** 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 *** cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on some potent
That these white boys be growing
While you *** smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion
Concoctions make world ending potions
These other *** 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 *** you with's an amphetamine
Taste it with a 40 oz of Ready Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Yo *** said I'm the swaggiest *** 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 *** will ***
Homie gone make me send them killers after him
Them *** swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
I leave you stankin' ***
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 *** in opposite directions
