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[Verse 1: Danny
The way bitches on my cock
You'd was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my name was J Fox
But my name is Brown I got some weed in my sock
So get high with ya
Sack I got looking some caterpillars
But it smell like a thats defensive
These bitches suck my dick like its a moral
Off the chain like nunchucks
little niggas come thru and shoot u over new chucks
A little dark wet nubuck
Decribes my of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you TV
I can first degree beat and walk wit no charges
Kill a underground emcee and famous female pop
And ohh I like it raw
so big stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so
I wake up 6 AM because I think its chow
I'm a porcupine
A step from turpentine
to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the
And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm
That be on some potent
That them white boys be
While you niggas smelling like some tanning lotion
My concoctions could make ending potions
These rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so a cosign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your spine
Remember in 09
I told em it was
Now they pull cam phones out when I go for mine
camera action
Hybrid be
Cause the days of no had to whip with wet napkins
Smear up the classifieds know it sound
But to be honest a metaphor my
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Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an
Taste it a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better
Yo said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo girl get snatched Cool J in I'm Bad
to live, you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet holes a laser touch
European garments drape my if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will
Homie make me send them killers after him
Them niggas swing swords like Fence Champions
You was poppin' and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a killer
I leave you stankin'
Laid down, face down you taking a plankin picture
But I can the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to back of leg
your chin and the back of your head
And twist them in opposite directions