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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 name was J Fox
But my name is Danny Brown I got some in my sock
So get high with ya
Sack I got looking some dead
But it smell like a thats defensive
These bitches suck my dick like its a incentive
Off the chain broke nunchucks
Where little niggas come and shoot u over new chucks
A little like wet nubuck
my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
Murder all the all we see
Detroit 187 on you TV
I can first degree this beat and walk wit no
Kill a underground and famous female pop artist
And ohh I like it raw
Dick so big marks on her jaw
I'm so
I up 6 AM because I think its chow time
I'm a borderline
A step drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of these rappers rhymes
I got a in the cosmos
And if these niggas cold I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on potent
That white boys be growing
While you niggas smoking smelling like tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending
These other rap got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthafucka a
Punch punchlines 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
camera action
Hybrid be
Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet
Smear up the classifieds it sound trife
But to be honest a my life
2: Chip$]
Buzzin off the bar you with's an amphetamine
Taste it a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I I never ever smoke the better green
Yo bitch said I'm the nigga she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo get snatched like Cool J in I'm Bad
Cost to live, you made enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a touch
European garments drape my body if I ain't up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch fuck
Homie gone make me send killers after him
niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking
Now you you a gangsta killer
I you stankin' nigga
Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin
But I can the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to of your leg
Grab your and the back of your head
And twist them shits in directions