Grandma Hips (Ft.Danny Brown) Your Old Droog (Ft. Danny Brown)

Wagwan foghorn leghorn
Come Halloween I'm the wrong one to egg on
Four Megatron limbs harmin 'em with homonyms
Far from PC, I'm VC with his arm in the rim
Got songs and hymns
Kick a rhyme on a whim
Come for me - chance of you surviving extra slim
Like a skinny MF DOOM, it'll be next to Grimm
Knock you in your loose lips for popping off at the gums
Like a packet of Eclipse
Dawg you slipped for not recognizing YOD was god since we used to 
boost chips
And the box juice Ssips
Rockin’ pants that swish
Then I link with Rich to flip product
The product of that was utterly hypnotic
Your mind is not equipped to understand our quips
Shut up and keep, with your grandma hips
Man, built like my auntie, hopped online to say joke
Eternally sleep, telling cats to stay woke
By doing this I'm a neighborhood treasure
I pack some more, in just for good measure
That's a good measure, ain't it?
I can see the future and that ain't it
For tryna taint the pictures I painted
I just might go start a residency
Pump it out to Grammarcy
Teacher said I was nice with the grammar, see?
Lord have mercy
Thirsty, firstly known for flowing with finesse like Percy P
And going hand to hand, can't see me man to man
Plus your man aura's fucking banana-ramma pandora
Y'all cats sedentary on the road to dead and buried
Practically souvenirs, haven't made a move in years
Now give me dap or a five
Old Droog the greatest rapper alive
Shut the fuck up