Detroit 187 - Danny Brown feat Chip$
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
The way these b_tches on my cock
You'd swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J Fox
But no b_tch my name is Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock
So b_tch get high with ya n_gga
The sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These b_tches s_ck my d_ck like was moral incentive
Off the chain like broke nunchucks
Where little n_ggas come thru and shoot you over new chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
Murder all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you n_ggas TV
I can first degree this beat and walk with no charges
F_ck a female MC and a Pop Artist
Ohh baby I like it raw
And My d_ck so big left stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so institutionalized
I wake up 6 AM because I think it's chow time
I'm a borderline porcupine
A step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the cosmos
And if these n_ggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on some potent
That them white boys be growing
While you n_ggas smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap n_ggas got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthaf_cka a cosign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember back in 09
I told em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Lights camera action
Hybrid be snapping
Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
But to be honest a metaphor my life
[Verse 2: Chip$]
Buzzin off the bar b_tch you with's an amphetamine
Chase it with a 40 oz of Ready Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Yo b_tch said I'm the swaggiest n_gga she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo 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_tch will f_ck
Homie gone make me send them killers after him
Them n_ggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
I leave you stankin' n_gga
Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin 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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