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[feat.
1: Danny Brown]
The way these bitches on my
swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my was Michael J Fox
But my is Danny Brown I got some weed in my sock
So get with ya nigga
Sack I got some dead caterpillars
But it smell a skunk thats defensive
bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
Off the chain like broke
Where little niggas come thru and shoot u over new
A little like wet nubuck
my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
Murder all the all we see
187 on you niggas TV
I can first this beat and walk wit no charges
Kill a underground and famous female pop artist
And ohh baby I it raw
Dick so big stretch on her jaw
I'm so
I wake up 6 AM I think its chow time
I'm a borderline
A from drinking turpentine
to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the
And if these niggas cold then I I'm osmosis
That be on some potent
That white boys be growing
While you niggas smoking like some tanning lotion
My could make world ending potions
These rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so a cosign
Punch punchlines punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember in 09
I em it was showtime
Now they they cam phones out when I go for mine
Lights camera
Hybrid be
Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet
Smear up the classifieds it sound trife
But to be honest a my life
2: Chip$]
Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an
Taste it a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I swear I ever smoke the better green
Yo bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo girl get like Cool J in I'm Bad
to live, you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet with a laser touch
European garments drape my if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will
gone make me send them killers after him
Them niggas swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking
Now you you a gangsta killer
I leave you stankin'
Laid down, down like you taking a plankin picture
But I can keep the shots in the
Put the bat to back of leg
your chin and the back of your head
And them shits in opposite directions