Brown, Danny Filmography

• Jawbreakers (2001)
• Bi-Dazzled (2001)
• Bear Hug (1998)
• Boomerang (1997)
• Blow Bi Blow (1990)
• Le coursier (1990)
• Matters in Hand (1989)
• Swing Shift (1989)
• Unchained Men (1989)
• Bears & Cubs (1989)
• Big Packages (1989)
• Flexx (1989)
• La main au feu (1989)
• Made for You (1989)
• Heavenly (1988)

Brown, Danny Filmography

• The Looker (2012)
• The Looker (2012)
• The Looker (2012)
• Angrophobia, Stupid! (2011)
• Angrophobia, Stupid! (2011)
• Zombie Feast (2010)
• The Josh and Adam Show: Beach Day (2010)
• Zombie Feast (2010)

Brown, Danny Filmography

• Zombie Resurrection (2012)
• The Collector (2004)
• Boston Kickout (1995)
• Les hommes au naturel (1994)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• XXX - Danny Brown
• Scrap Or Die - Danny Brown
• Re-up - Danny Brown
• Radio Song - Danny Brown
• Party All The Time - Danny Brown
• Pac Blood - Danny Brown
• Outer Space - Danny Brown
• Nosebleeds - Danny Brown
• Monopoly - Danny Brown
• Molly Ringwald - Danny Brown
• Lie4 - Danny Brown
• Blunt After Blunt - Danny Brown
• I Will - Danny Brown
• Guitar Solo - Danny Brown
• Grown Up - Danny Brown
• Fields - Danny Brown
• Errythang (ft. Dopehead) - Danny Brown
• 30 - Danny Brown
• DNA - Danny Brown
• Die Like A Rockstar - Danny Brown
• Change - Danny Brown
• Bruiser Brigade - Danny Brown

Colder than them grits they fed slaves
Me to rap is like water to raves
AK's with bayonets on deck
Rep my set
Sorta like Squidwird and his clarinet
I'm in ya bitch mouth
But she just fantasizing
Staring at my skinnys siad it's so tantalizing
Dog I'm strategizing plotting on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on chrome
Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I couldn't get tired
Imaging the equalizer goin from green to red
Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head
Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes
I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul
Say I'm getting old and times running out
Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out
I never leave the house ain't slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze
Weaving the kicks and snares dodging hooks
Tryna keep it original something that's overlooked
Way a nigga goin might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my books
Cause if this shit don't work nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs now these drugs turned my life
It's the downward spiral, Got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these pills a be the rival
Surpassing all my idols
Took the wrong turn
But can't go back now so now let that blunt burn
Cause now it's my turn if I fuck it all up
Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
We been lookin at the house for a bout a whole
A family live there got put out last month
My uncle sniffing blow while I'm rolling up a blunt
His homey in the basment smoking crack with his aunt
And tonights that night we bout to get right
Piled up in a van with a couple flashlights
This metal crowbars gonna get us through the door
We come to take everything fuck the landlord
So now we at the place skullys on bareface
Bout to leave this bitch bare and strip the whole place
My unc took outside he ripping down the gutters
So we inside tearing up this motherfucker
Bust open the walls just to get the wiring
Took the hot water tank and left over appliances
Aluminum siding and had to come back
Cause the furnace so big it wouldn't fit in the back
[Hook:]
Now it's copper bout by the pound
Wire by the inch
Got a check on the first
And it's gone by the 5th
Scrap or Die Nigga
And you might be laughing at it cause you know the shit is true
Rusty flat bed truck the color as doo-dooo
Scrap or Die Nigga
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Early morning next day at the junkyard
Got four loads bout to get broke off
But these niggas slick I sweat I'm going off
Put the work on the scale and I swear that bitch was off
Cause I know we had way more than at
Fuck it, split it up ay I get more than at
These niggas always slick on that bullshit
Cheat you out a couple bucks on some dope fiend shit
Now we back in the hood plot the next lick
Got a school closed down and I think we should hit it
Just waiting on my unc to get back from the clinic
And we gone go over there and see what's up with it
Now we up in it taking old computers
Until we fucking heard "Don't move or I shoot ya."
Fucked up hook caught us tryna cash in
Now we gotta B&E; case and trespassing

Used to get domed up by crackheads,
And still got my balls licked by pretty bitches,
Sack n the Scottie Pippen's, Kid on the Gotti mission,
But seen his down fall is your best friend snitching
I'm in the kitchen with the mcspoon and lactose,
Rat bitch rubbing on her titties on the row
Nigga come down, listen for the doe,
I know my baby momma bet not call no mo,
Bitch talking Pampers, no she's full of shit,
Impossible for babies 2 take that many shits.
Rapping about bricks but I ain't never seen one,
I think I've seen like three hundred bo's once,
Fuck 'em with 'em addicts, holding automatics...
Dog I ain't lying even served a Dramatic,
Used to bring the lettuce then I had to dead it
Ass tried to song every time he wanted credit
[Chorus:]
And I'm trying to make re-up
Fuck around, put a G-up
And blow a blunt with my man,
See I'm just trying to make re-up.
Fuck around and put a g-up,
And drink a fifth for my niggas,
See, I'm just trying to make a re-up.
Fuck around, put a G-up
And blow a blunt with my man,
See I'm just trying to make re-up.
Fuck around and put a g-up,
And drink a fifth for my niggas!
Christmas every year come faster and faster
New Year come around claim my baby on your taxes.
Dog I kno connects, you middleman taxing,
3 gram dimes of green, u was rocking chloe glasses
Did for the Jordans for what you feel important
I'm 02 my weed increased the dropout rate at northern,
Senior bitches skipping, get em weeded out,
And take her in the back room, my nigga smut em out,
Hoodrat bitches putting blunts in they mouth,
Smoke some weed, order coney time 2 fuck it out,
Rock a fit 4 3 days then go and cop a new one,
Rode a bike to linwood just to give away my ones,
Hopping out the cab and when I step out,
First thing they say I ain't kno them came out,
But nigga I ain't trippin I'm grinding on a few bucks,
Really ballin and I'm trying step it up.
[Chorus:]
And I'm trying to make re-up
Fuck around, put a G-up
And blow a blunt with my man,
See I'm just trying to make re-up.
Fuck around and put a g-up,
And drink a fifth for my niggas,
See, I'm just trying to make a re-up.
Fuck around, put a G-up
And blow a blunt with my man,
See I'm just trying to make re-up.
Fuck around and put a g-up,

This is anti clean rap, nigga where the green at?
RZA take your sweat I had the balls the size of bean bags
Not what you're used to, bitch I rep the bluza
And the label fools gold, jeans with medusas
Bitches wanna scoop us, their pussy like loofahs
Y'all niggas losers cop clothes from the boosters
Hoes wanna choose up of course they gonna choose us
These stupid ass niggas wouldn't know what to do
So they copy wack niggas that's what they made you
The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fail
Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales
[Hook:]
So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single
That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, play it all night long
You never get on, without a radio song
So this my radio song [x2]
She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse
Songs with no villains, but she feel my thang on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'm a make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk
Skeet skeet, on the walls and her skirt
She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain't tricking'
Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but bitch I ain't above that

[Verse 1:]
Always wanna go
Always tell her yes, Never tell her no
I know you think you know everything but don't
Really wanna do the right thing but won't
So you chase the nightlife blinded by the lights
The bottom of a empty glass is where she find life
Always left behind cause she think she always right
Thinking that she grown she don't need your advice
But always in situation that she needs your help
But wouldn't help another only care her about herself
In ya vip asking where the drink at
Calling her a groupie you'd think she'd really think that
She just wanna hear that that ass look right
What you doing after this fuck tomorrow night
Wanna snort blow? Pop a lotta pills?
Fucking when the sun come up but don't feel
[Hook: x2]
She want to party all the time, party all the time
She want to party all the time, She want to party all the time
Party all the time, She want to party all the time
[Verse 2:]
Skip semester, class is a past
Say she goin back but she ain't goin back
Cause time ain't wating for a future on hold
At glass tables on her knees sniffing coke
Tell her get a hold, grip on life
Rather fill her cup up liquor with no ice
Twice had an abortion
Young, dumb misfortune
Rate that going she might be whoring
Signs she ignoring but dosen't recognize
Blind to what's occuring what's goin on in ya mind
Seven days a week same shit every morning
Calling her a cab from differnet niggas apartment
Wanting her to change but she won't, dog
Just another number in her fucking call log
Lost in the fog, head in the smoke
Laughing at the world cause her life is a joke

The Shakespeare at 16, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin...
One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princes
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellent
I'm never in the present, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero cause my words give a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds
Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at? hood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not good
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mind can't listen to
Oh so original, nigga's extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop Pinsky
World Match could never be the one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, women and children
Memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the one that wear a crown
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at? hood

It's the Adderall Admiral, Writing holy macarel
Your bitch say my dick long like the strap on a satchel
I took me a capsule with no hassle
Now it's like I dip feathers of ink in a castle
A prodigy like bullets hit your left clavicle
No sweatsuits and paint the avenue
You have no clue like toy stores with no board games
But when I paint pictures I'm dipping brushes in war paint
I'm a motherfucking mother fucker
Fucking on your mother with two rubbers, I do fucker
No cover just her booty on a pillow
Your bitch said my dick tastes like Tropical Fruit Skittles
I'm bumping BO Wither, Swishers on Schwarzenegger
Matter fact, nah nigga they on Boa Constrictors
They'll choke a nigga
These niggas ain't rappers they motherfucking characters
Caught your baby momma horny then I stuck a carrot in her
Then you made a salad with her, ate that shit for dinner
I don't want that skinny bitch look like that ho from Thinner
Swore she played soccer she was real good with headers
Had me yelling "Goal! " while I was sitting on the dresser
Give the bitch a hat trick, smoking on the cat piss
I keep the bitch wet, around you she's a cactus
I got them Penis Psalms for your Vagina Monologues
Love a feminist bitch, oh, they get my dick hard
So no apologies for all the misogyny
I just want some company to come and watch some porn with me
My oral orchestration causes manipulation
The way these hoes be chasin though I had the tongue of Satan
But I just gave em dick they more for conversation
Why you niggas tricking giving your obligation
You safe havens, I'm Wes Craven with Ex cravings
Fuck a bitch mouth until her fucking face cave in
Hidden cams in her house, I caught her masturbating
Extorted her for the cash, now yo ass payin
You Captin Save-Em-Ass Nigga
I don't give a bitch shit but hard dick and liquor
So nice to meet you, I hope that you're safe

Business comes from...
Got probation cause the parents paid the money,
Six months rehab, but she's back at it,
Reflexion stare at it, but she can't look at it!
She whipped out the...
The stupid loans, they call her phone, but she don't sweat it!
Cocaine no... separate in lines,
Every time she do it, she says it's her last time.
Chasing out high from the very first time,
But getting... in 2009
Never thought this relationship would come this far,
... in her nose, I'm blade sniffing hard!
In night clubs... her friends sniff it hard
Never sleep in random dude's apartments...
I'm replying texts from her boyfriend,
Feeling like any second the world can end,
And when... and make her pussy wet,
Face washing going numb, nipple hard on them breasts

The hybrid smoking on papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis
What you write is vagina
What I write is Wall of China
Nigga that's great
Like 8ths of grape ape Stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on yo mixtape
Naw literally shit all on yo mixtape
Wipe with the credits leave stains on the jewel case
In just two takes then the booth is soufle'd
Your hiding something like toupee
Truthfully my friend touche
You gone get exposed like and up and coming model
And to me your label seems like one of them pagent mommas
So guess who's the lil bitch? That's you
You must suck alot of dick that's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like bristol heart on igloos
My nigga you ain't been what I been through
And if so you'd take a pencil to yo temple
Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain't even have pads stuffed they panties it tissue
And still hit the ave cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And yo style is like fried chicken without seasoning
Nigga that's bland fuck you and ya mans
Smack you like bitch nigga, that's openhand
Fuck you and yo tough talk
When I monopolize I'm a throw yo ass off the boardwark
Fag don't play sports but he stay at the ball park
Type of nigga u see rocking Crocs at the fucking walmart
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car
Get flicked guess what? I'm running from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got a hammer
But Kush got me high like Pac's bandanna
I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit
In ya babymomma crib not flushing after I piss
I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers
You blank shooters on stank hooters
I'm in aruba sippin wine coolers
Mind ruler flow sort of like hypnotism
That's why all these white bitches wanna get with em
I smack me up flip em like Mik Bivens
And to me your flows like Ronny Devoe's
My hoes got pretty toes in expensive high heels
And your hoes toes is fucked in beauty supply sandals
I'm a vandal handling any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irratated when I'm not sedated
I fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fucking with them freak hoes

Check
You're now listening to Araabmuzik
Poppin' pills get 'em brought to my door like Avon
This that silk suede leather
Y'all niggas polyester and rayon
I stay on them Warhols
9.0 and your skull caught
Fuck them hoes that go hard
That ride the dick like a go kart
While I'm stacking up on that go yard
Y'all niggas playing that broke card
Kush got me up in that solo
Lines got a nigga face prolonged
Y'all ain't stuck in that poor part
Y'all niggas know I go gopher
Bitch I'm getting money fucking white hoes with the blonde hair
So nigga don't even go there
Yo ho pussy like coat hair
I'll never hang my coat there
I get head for the smoke fair
Y'all niggas don't deserve air
Yo ho look like wear and tear with hair like Cher
Share and care
Titties all looking like a sack a pair
Y'all niggas still wearing Roca Wear
Foreign made jeans about a stack a pair
Yo bitch be like they an heir
Watch the kids like daycare
Araab beats like I bag a bitch
Danny Brown so that ain't fair
Looking for your bitch like "Who? What? Where?"
Triple that molly on the top front tip
Chillin' in the deep I ain't going nowhere
Hoes stepping off quick saying take care
Off a Drake CD don't go there
Now the ho wanna freak me like it's 94 and I'm JoJo
Told the ho when she meet me on the creep creep no photos
Got a bad bitch? and all she want is these shows
Hit me up the status is kosher
Dome me up watching Colbert
Nigga I'm never sober
Hungover
And that bag
Dipping with my index my pinky up like that
So bitch I'm on some movie shit
No director shit but scrape that
Bought an eigth of them cookies
Two hours I was right back
Flo's in them cups so nigga go and Sprite that
Yo bitch know what's up my nigga go and wife that
I'm slumped against the wall bitches on my box
Red head ho look like Molly Ringwald
Molly Ringwald
Molly Ringwald
Red head ho look like Molly Ringwald
Off that Molly Ringwald

[Hook:]
I'm balling now, yeah just like Kobe
You callin now, yea bitch you know me
You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch
I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for
What the fuck I got to lie for [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I ain't never had shit
Zilch zero nothing
Now that a nigga got something
Yea bitch I'm stunting
Look at all this moneys
Hundreds and these fiftys
Eating at the Whitney
Now yo bitch wanna come with me
Cause we bout to go to the mall
Tonight we popping bottles
My baby momma a hoodrat
But now I got me a model
And she wanna swallow drink it all up
Straight to the neck from the bottle, bitch cause she don't need a cup
And we bout to go make it rain thunder fucking storm
Kush nuggets to the brain pop fucking corn
Shapow bitch wow been had hundreds
Naw nigga I'm just lying my nigga I be fronting
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm a blow it all now muthafuck a later
Bout to a mink
And sum diamond encrusted gators
Car with a TV in it, maid and a butler too
So what nigga this rented right gone have to do
I'm a take it all with me when I'm gone bitch it's gone to
Who cares when the kids get grown
They better figure out what they gone do
Cause right now nigga I got it
Nigga What about you
Broke ass niggas worth nothing
I can buy ya'll in twos
Cause a long time ago
My nigga was just like you
But we ain't talking bout the past
It's about right now my dude
Cause normally I be broke
But right now I got cash
Nah, nigga I'm lyin, you know that I be frontin
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag

Cush [?] nigga ate that bitch p**sy till she [?] like a dolphin
Told her bang over keep that shit [?]
Call that [?] then I told her how to call me.
Then [?] bitch tell me what's your name
I got some [?] weed and they try to tell me that I get you too high
That's a lie and so bitch what've been died
The flow [?] don't get [?] fuck with me you fuck around and beat the [?]
Rest in peace sweat nigga what overside clothes
That complain about my jeans 'cause I'm taking all their holes
Hold on, wait a minute, your p**sy ain't a shit you have some [?]
I'm gone [?] not north watching minutes smoking on the purples that tmy nigga call [?]
[Chorus:]
Bitch I ain't finished [?].
Running test is only but the test got slopped
I'm smoking blunt after blunt and I smoke
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke.
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke.
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke.
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke.
Till my brain feel ten pounds heavy
You fell off like time [?]
Bitch get me brains but a [?]
Fuck the [?] even if she gets the smell of it
That's why this bitch fuck with me 'cause I eat that p**sy like [?]
How about me and your girlfriend
Money over everything the only thing that matter
And since I've getting blunt [?] get better
Take a couple [?] now nigga ruzzy [?]
We about to make a movie start and me [?] groupies
And I do my own stunts
I'm smoking blunt after blunt
[Chorus:]
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke.
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt

[Chorus:]
Put a cup up put a four up in it
Sixes on that chevy with some hoes in it
Put a cup up put a four up in it
Sixes on that chevy with some hoes in it
What we won't do
Bitch I will
[Verse 1:]
Take it off baby bend over let me see it
If u looking for a real pussy eater I can be it
So quit playing with me girl and bring that over here
Won't you climb aboard my face and put that pussy on my beard
I ain't tryna to take u shopping or buy yo ass some shoes
I'm just tryna lick that clit while I'm looking up at you
No shame in my game, girl, so look back at me
I don't give a fuck if it's shave or it's nappy
Long as it ain't nasty sanitation smelling
One whiff of that bitch I'm gone be bailing
If it's smelling sweet I'll lick it for a hour
And even it's sour might lick it in the shower
I go dumb and ignorant when I'm on that clitoris
Lick yo ass delirious my tongue game so damn serious
So bend that ass over lemme eat it from the back
That pussy so good have a nigga coming back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Oh that nigga scared lemme show you what it's bout
Spread apart the lips and put that clit up in my mouth
And that thang so juicy I'm a call it jamba
Licking it in circles got me calling me yo papa
Tongue going faster singing La Labamba
Trying to keep my rhythm like the bongos in samba
I'm a pussy monster blowing on that ganja
After I finish look like you was in a sauna
Toes curling up while you grabbing on the sheets
While I'm spitting on that pussy real sloppy when I eat
Slobbing on that pussy when I'm done I do not cuddle
I put that dick up on her make her sleep in the puddle
Bitch I ain't afraid I eat it up in public
Feet on the windshield broad day fuck it
69 in hotels with the lights on
Tongue worth a million I don't need ice on
Put a cup up put a four in it
Sixes on that chevy with some hoes in it
Them hoes playing they don't wanna fuck
I'm aput they ass out they gone be walking brah
And I'm swagged up I'm off a pill
Could fuck you for an hour cause I can't feel
And I'm swagged up I'm off a pill

My love nigger 14, got his hand on the forty with...
Cause daddy is locked up, and his momma is a...
Tricking in her corner... dirty on her jeans!
At night he never dreams, cause he hardly ever sleeps,
Laying on the bed faces someone else's feet!
I'm so late... walk around these streets,
With the same hoodie you ain't even wearing for a week.
You want something to eat,..
Look into his eyes, you can tell...
... gas station, popping on the...
Dropped out of school cause his...
... robbed that old lady, but his ass got caught!
When you get out, man I really don't know,
Bro, I hope I find out at the guitar solo!
At the guitar solo!
The guitar solo!
At the guitar solo!

[Verse 1]
Remember when my first meal was school lunch
Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch
Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch
Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch
Went from good fella to commissary slips
Now I got back up man every time I slipped
Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing
Teacher always ask me, what was I doing
Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework
Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked
Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat
Rockport kicks way before we even smoked
Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it
Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting
Remember back then we thought we growed up
Rushing at a kid just to be grown up
[Hook]
Rushing at a kid just to be grown up
Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up
[Verse 2]
I can eat a pound and shit sixty four quarters
Burn up fire and drown drops of water
Son, I told you I got them beans like Goya
Gone off them pills got me jumping off the sofa
Hotter than a Hot Pocket out the double microwave
Model bitches begging just be a nigga's sex slave
Excited for garments like it tailor made
And when these bitches see me man they wetter than the everglades
Everyday same ish, me getting paid
Waking up, new bitch, it's me getting laid
Used to take bottle back, waitress bring the bottle back
Now they see me shining and they looking like a Sour Patch
Catch a heart attack, Newport soft pack never blow blunt wraps
But these blunt raps sewn up
Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up

[Verse 1:]
When money talk only broke people listen
Ain't gotta pot to piss in can't afford to pay attention
These unfamiliar niggas be expecting recognition
Respect the intellect let me continue on the mission
Use to walk through alleys paths in the field
You know that one house where Kenneth use to live
Now it's just another shortcut to the store
The tv and my window drew the line of what was rich and poor
Mommy gave me food stamps told me buy wonder bread
On the way these niggas jumped left me with knot on my head
Went to school yesterday but to had leave early
Cause niggas said they was gone jump me at 3: 30
All because I lived in the hood who they had beef with
And I ain't tell em, dog, I kept that shit a secret
But I can't really trip, niggas looked out for me
Nigga played me now that nigga ain't around to tell the story
Just young nigga on the D.O.T
With my headphones on and sack full of weed
Rhymes in my head thought nobody wanted to hear em
So I had the fiends hitting rocks like the Pilgrims
[Hook: x2]
And where I live it's house, field, field
Field field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
[Verse 2:]
That nigga much sicker
That's why he pop them pills, sip lean, smoke swishers
Yea I'm doing drugs thought I never ever try
That had eyes so dry dog I wish I could cry
I'm fucking bad foreign bitches why you niggas in the hood
Smoking on some dirt weed smelling like fire wood
Sitting on porches of abandoned houses
Or sitting in the field on bed bug ridden couches
It's like they all forgot man nobody care about us
That why we all ways end up in prison instead of college
Living in the system working kitchen for chump change
Lost in the streets niggas playing that gun game
Where nobody wins just a bunch of mommas losing
Dead bodys in the field and nobody heard the shooting
We living in the streets where the options is limited
Cause it's burnt building instead of jobs and buisseness

[Hook]
Fast life living got me scooping on that shit
Things will never be the same, bruise will be the click I claim
Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang
Balling just to maintain, lucie's rushing in my brain
Ain't got no dialer to my name, but put that shit on errythang
Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang
Put that on my mind, I swear to god, I put that on my great, great, great grandma
Put that on my squad, that I'm gonna get it, any time
snow or hell, I'm on my grind
It's not how it happened
Blow 7, swisher rolled up theoretically
You broke, you don't think logically
I have in 2003, so when you bought it
I'ma read it
My nigga got 8 for a robbery
In thisso it's commissary, so get suited
They say I need the when she pop, over shot
When she stop, I don't know
All on her jaw, some on her nose
Dripping her shoes, some on her clothes
She's a nasty, dirty, hoe
Even let me put it in her bum, hole
Run up on the corner like where you gonna go
He deep oh, no you ain't no
Legs in the air had a hard time
Said she love me, but I don't know her
They stop
[Hook]
Fast life living got me scooping on that shit
Things will never be the same, bruise will be the click I claim
Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang
Balling just to maintain, lucie's rushing in my brain
Ain't got no dialer to my name, but put that shit on errythang
Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang
New in up mayhem, I kill rappers, break dance
Smile in your face, tryina shake hands, I break hands
Shoot your arms off, dump your body in the wasteland
From Detroit city, they shit over space jams
At the funeral, chill with the preacher, amen
Took steps down from yays, they robbing off the raybans
chilling in the basements
Jumping fences as soon as they see them raybans
Always wonder why got mad when I made plans
Rap I spray they face with ray cans
These local raps don't even have a game plan
I step in they stoop, turn thatin a gangland
I'm a bruiser bitch, off that dumb shit
And I don't trust these hoes, oh for dumb bitch
Thisthey some dumb shit
I knock your head off before you reach that trunk
[Hook]
Fast life living got me scooping on that shit
Things will never be the same, bruise will be the click I claim
Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang
Balling just to maintain, lucie's rushing in my brain
Ain't got no dialer to my name, but put that shit on errythang

Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn a bitch slick rick now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius
Magic with the sick shit
Said I post to been dead
But bitch I'm still up in this bitch
Verbal herbal poison
Words I cortisone
Fucked pregnant bitch
Save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan
In a church playing the organ
Covering too short
Smoking a Newport
Hurt hoping drugs a help the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind
That revolves around the rhyme
And he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don't know her name now the paramedics chest pu
30 something black male OD'ed off pills that he wasn't prescribed
But they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him
Because her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple yrs ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that
But guess what bitch I'm coming back
Guess what bitch I'm coming back
Signed to fools gold and everything's all gnarly
Bitches want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell myself that this shit of get better
You know who you is you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don't u heard me
So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next

[Hook: Danny Brown]
It's in my, D.N.A
Cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
It's in my, D.N.A
Cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A., D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A., D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
[Verse 1:]
Waking up, drooling on Versace pillowcases
And I'm smoking eight a day, I might end up a mental
patient
Terrycloth bathrobes, blunts and ashtrays
White wine in flute glass, early morning Saturdays
Food plates and grade A, crepes and OJ
Bitches swimming topless in Chlorine off morphine
Emails on iPads don't answer when phone rings
Text message full coming down on four beans
Every night like a bachelor party in Sin City
Bitches sniffing coke off each other titties with
rolled 50s
Life I live like Charlie Sheen and Rick James
Goin' hard until it ain't a dollar to my name
This that triple X shit nigga how ya feel
Groupies like glam rock poison logo pills
Sniffing molly off amps with blond haired tramps
When I'm on my way to the stage every night I rage
[Hook:]
It's in my, D.N.A
Cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
It's in my, D.N.A
Cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A., D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A., D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
[Verse 2:]
Warhols all on the wall of the villa
Adderall popping got me jumping to ceiling
Perceived as a villain no sentiment in my sentence
For instance in instants they'll be calling forensics
If incidents occur remember these ain't just words
Go from talking shit to organs preserved
You soft serve rappers just hide behind your reverb
And even with effects you'll just end you dessert
I research and homework, make you dig ya own dirt
On beats buried alive, ratting wiseguys
I'm with a Latin bitch fat ass and well proportioned
thighs
And love to see it cumming so I squirt it in her eyes
I'm hopping out that new shit like narcs on Tuesday
The grill on it shiny like LL Cool J's
What's on my waist could make a nigga meet his doomsday
To describe your mixtape that shit was like a toothache
[Hook:]
It's in my, D.N.A
Cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
It's in my, D.N.A
Cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A., D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A., D.N.A

[Verse 1:]
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud bout the size of a bonzai
Kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi
In high def I'm righteous
And still bust a nut up on a bitch chest
The verbal folklore been explored and employed by none other than them fools with the gold
And them bankrolls explode
And your bitch is my target when I shoot my load
Bulls-eye my eyes tight-eyed
Fried off the same shit that rockstars died
From
Smoke something with your man bitch
Like Wyclef used to sell the cannabis
Manuscript sick shit
Prescription addiction
Sniffing adderall off the counter in my kitchen
Tripping off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping
Experiment so much it's a miracle I'm living
[Hook:]
And I'm a die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I'm a die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I'm a die like a rocstar
Die like a rockstar
I'm a die like a rockstar
[Verse 2:]
Bitch I wanna party like Chris Farley
Shot of Hennessy spike that with some molly
Tell mommy I'm sorry god bless my soul
But life is so sublime going out like Brad Nowell
I got that Kurt Cobain type of mind-frame
Feeling like Keith Moon shrooms in my dressing room
Basquiat freestyle
Feeling like Jimi Hendrix and Anna-Nicole mouth
River Phoenix '93 VIP
With some drugged up porn hoes all around me
Like Teri Diver
Linda Wong all inhale having orgies
Where the horns grow along
Cause bitch I'm Frankie Lymon
Heath Ledger hyped in a jacuzzi doing that John Belushi
With Brittany Murphy we blowing hershey

Author talk in the streets
I'm bout to be none I lay in bed
I miss a second to sleep
blow a blunt, pass out don't come with no shit wake up
blow another one and still don't eat
ice smell in the grant prove
to have a root comets I look down on you
I'm humble in two nice but I don't talk to no nigga
that can look me in my eyes
smoke me boy take the shit and takes your bitch
she know she really want it
I'm just tryin crash the boards like you done us
blow some.. now she all love upon it
used to cash to bust the great legs
so many hoes on me man, dog you know they fake
is where is your hoes at,
when I was tappin hoes and they couldn't even look back
I'd rather just kick back and fuck with rify high heels
she don't fuck with Nickie's
she say papi pull it all inside me
and I don't do shit lay back and let it ride me
Hook:
Look, how it all can change
things change start getting some change
same french use the ex for change
the same french use the ex for change
the straight change 'cause they said you change
now look how it all can change
it feels strange when they say you change
but think about it man you change your life,
change your car, change your crib, change your wife
F*ck can I have bunny
bars I know I ain't never been bummy
and these bitches can't change me
baby mama shout the move so I treat em all the same
I don't share things got my own lane
niggas in the hood called me by my government name
expect me in the D use to hustle on 12 street
and I'm from lame wood so you know I'm so hood
should've been God murb
but I'm fighting in the deep like you man you stood
nigga see I won't say two words
when your ass die I wanna say a few words
and my real niggas I take a case for
cock back drop back I'll take your face for
looks fake and no pride no more
wonder why this real niggas won't cry no more

[Hook:]
Bruiser!
That's my crew
Bruiser!
But don't forget the brew
Mgds and colt 45
But don't forget the molson ice
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I'm about to drink a Heineken
I'm about to drink a Heineken
Met a white bitch with a china friend
She gone slurp me and she gone slurp my friends
Bruiser! That's my crew
Bruiser! But don't forget the brew
MGD's and Colt 45
But don't forget the Miller High Life
We about to drink some PBR's
No bottles at the club my nigga we at the bar
UK niggas in pubs watching soccer games
Nigga we just get drunk bump waka flocka flame
Yo Bitch! She wanna fuck me
Yo Bitch! She wanna suck me
What the fuck u think she post to do?
But if she fuck me she gotta fuck the crew
[Hook]
[Ad Libs: Dopehead]
Bruiser Brigade bitch!
If you ain't pullin a nigga dick out and slapping yourself with it
Throwing this bitch in your mouth sucking dick with bubbles
Fucking all night and drinking protein shakes in the morning
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
I don't give a fuck bout none of these ho ass niggas
I don't give a fuck bout none of these hoes ass niggas
I'm drunk as fuck might fire on one of these niggas
We drunk as fuck we bout jump this nigga
Bruiser! That's my crew
Bruiser! But don't forget the brew
Drinking everything up on the shelf
Now we earling in the bathroom I need some help
But that's the life of bruiser nigga
Don't make me have to shoot a nigga
Bitch, it's bruiser brigade
Bitch, it's bruiser brigade
[Verse 3: Dopehead]
I need some brain I think I lost mine
I'm higher than Swizz Beatz hairline
You always cake up then bake up say what?
You rappers cuff and you fake as lace fronts
Dopehead hustle harder, niggas can't knock it
Super skinnies, loosies breaking in my back pocket
I slam a rapper head first like The Undertaker
Head butt your whole skull in, nigga fuck a hater
You soft as Elvin of the Cosby's
My niggas down to do a homi
Bruiser Brigade and don't forget the brew
Styling on rappers since Northwestern High School
Calling me ahead of my time is an insult
I don't need a pencil this shit is all mental
You rappers are whack, mad as hell and you bored as fuck