Detroit187 Danny Brown (Ft. Chip$ (USA))

[Verse 1]
The way these bitches on my cock
You'd swear it was 1985 and Teen Wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J. Fox
But no bitch, it's Danny Brown, I got some weed up in my sock
So bitch, get high with your nigga
The sack I got is lookin' like some green caterpillars
But it's smellin' like a skunk that's oh-so-defensive
These bitches 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 over new Chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Describe 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 degree this beat, kill a nigga, no charges
Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
Oh, baby, I like it raw
And my dick so big, left stretch marks on her jaw

[Verse 2]
I'm so institutionalized
I wake up at 6 AM because I think it's chow line
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
Concoctions, make world-ending potions
These other niggas got lines, dog, I got encroachments
I get endorsements, so motherfuck your cosigns
Punch punchlines, I'll punch rappers 'til your broke spine
'Member back in '09, 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 classified, know it sound trife
But to be honest, a metaphor for my life
Stop