Frankie Sinatra The Avalanches (Ft. Danny Brown & MF DOOM)

[Chorus: Wilmoth Houdini]
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
(What did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
(What did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
(What did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
(What did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
(What did they say?)
Frankie, me boy, don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Off his rocker, he's off his rocker
Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
Only reefer swervin' over here while I’m driving
Where your registration? OG license?
'Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
White hoes callin' and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
What? Whatever
Modern day Sammy how I roll with that Sinatra
All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
Listenin' to salsa, rhythm of maracas
M.I.A., Anna Nicole just sippin' in Sri Lanka
I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert
And they gets no pay
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way