Fire in the Booth Danny Brown

[Verse 1: "Chum" by Earl Sweatshirt]
Frisbee at halo and ?
Recite God like like the rhymes written by angels
Born with the blood of an enraged slave
Caught fucking master wifey and got hung that day
That's why I fuck these white bitches like its payback
You old niggas playing games like Pat Sajak
Whipping up the Vanna White
Brought an extra ? back
The way my bitches looking you would think we at a horse track
Cos' the romanellis long way from Pelle Pelle's
Stacking in the telly with that next tall sally
Banging R Kelly, getting that ?
Now what I dick for a show, that first lick they hitting belly
Now tell me I ain't the crown of the nouns
Unleash furious verbs, make these peasants bown down
The presence of a legend every time i come round
Why in my face they smile when I turn my back they frown

[Verse 2: "0 to 100" by Drake]
Hypnotised like staring straight into a serpents eyes
Want it all in the bags, its like them fries at five guys
My eye size is pint sized, blind off the muy thai
? karate chop, slump leaning sideways
Chicken coop smokey on every other friday
One way driving down the wrong way of a highway
Getting fucked up in public coming down after binging
Never had class just after school detention
Did I mention, I'd still be teaching these niggas
Doing their danny brown rendition, but that shit ain't clicking
Tripping when im hitting off this backwood I'm hitting
Giggling when I listen to that ? they be kidding
? The way these niggas rapping's a shame
If they wasn't so lame I'd be saying they name
Get your own shit nigga trying to merge in my lane
Crash into another car avoiding the thrashing plane