The way these b**ches on my cock You'd swear it was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J fox But no b**th it's danny brown I've got some w**d up in my sock So b**th get high with ya ni**a The sack I got is looking like some green caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive These b**ches suck my dick like it was moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks From where these little niggas try to shoot you off that 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 niggas TV
And I can first agree this beat kill a ni**a no charges F**k a female MC and a pop artist
Oh baby I like it raw And my dick so big left stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so institutionalized I wake up 6 am because I think it's chow time Borderline porcupine a step from drinking turpentine Just to wash down a plate of wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the cosmos And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis That be blowing on some potent that these white boys be growing While you niggas smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending potions These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
I get endorsements so motherf**k your co sign Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers 'til your broke spine 'Member back in '09 I told 'em it was showtime Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine Light camera action hybrid be snapping Cause the days of no tissue had to wipe with wet napkins
Smear up the classifieds know it sound rife
But to be honest a metaphor for my life
Buzzing off the barbiturates and amphetamines
Chase it with a 40 oz of ready clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better w**d Your b**th said I'm the swaggiest ni**a she ever seen Run up in your crib two k's one mag Your 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 b**th will f**k
Homie gon' make me send them killers after him Them niggas swing swords like world fence champions
You was popping pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinking you a gangsta killer
I leave you stanking ni**a laid down Face down like you taking a planking 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 sh*ts in opposite directions
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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 sh*ts in opposite directions
