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[feat.
[Verse 1: Brown]
The way these on my cock
swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my was Michael J Fox
But my name is Brown I got some weed in my sock
So get high with ya
I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a thats defensive
These bitches suck my dick its a moral incentive
Off the chain like broke
Where little niggas come thru and u over new chucks
A little dark like wet
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of tut
Murder all the all we see
187 on you niggas TV
I can first degree this beat and walk wit no
Kill a underground emcee and female pop artist
And ohh baby I it raw
Dick so big stretch on her jaw
I'm so
I wake up 6 AM because I its chow time
I'm a porcupine
A step drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the
And if these niggas cold then I I'm osmosis
That be blowing on potent
That them white be growing
While you niggas smoking smelling like tanning lotion
My concoctions could make ending potions
These other rap got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthafucka a
Punch punchlines punch rappers til your broke spine
back in 09
I told em it was
Now they pull they cam phones out I go for mine
Lights camera
Hybrid be
Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet
Smear up the classifieds know it sound
But to be a metaphor my life
[Verse 2:
Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an
it with a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I I never ever smoke the better green
Yo bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo girl get like Cool J in I'm Bad
Cost to live, you ain't enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a laser
European garments drape my body if I hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the will fuck
Homie gone make me send killers after him
niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and liquor
Now you thinkin you a killer
I leave you stankin'
down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
But I can keep the in the weapon
Put the bat to back of leg
Grab your and the back of your head
And twist them shits in directions