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[feat.
1: Danny Brown]
The way these on my cock
You'd was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my was Michael J Fox
But my name is Danny I got some weed in my sock
So get high with ya
I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk defensive
bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
Off the chain like broke
Where little niggas come thru and u over new chucks
A little dark wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of tut
all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you TV
I can degree this beat and walk wit no charges
a underground emcee 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 because I think its time
I'm a borderline
A step from turpentine
to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the
And if niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be on some potent
That them boys be growing
While you niggas smoking smelling some tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending
These other rap niggas got lines I got
I got endorsements so a cosign
Punch I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember in 09
I em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out I go for mine
Lights camera
be snapping
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
[Verse 2:
Buzzin off the bar bitch you an amphetamine
it with 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
Cost to live, you ain't enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a touch
garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
If she with eye contact then the bitch will fuck
Homie gone make me send killers after him
Them niggas swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a killer
I leave you nigga
Laid down, face down you taking a plankin picture
But I can keep the shots in the
Put the bat to of your leg
your chin and the back of your head
And twist them shits in opposite