Brown, Dane Filmography

• Battle Los Angeles
  2011, role: actor , character name: Firefighter
• Mardi Gras: Spring Break
  2011, role: actor , character name: Bar Patron
• The Mechanic
  2011, role: actor , character name: Bar Patron
• Drones
  2010, role: actor , character name: Office Drone
• My Own Love Song
  2010, role: actor , character name: Concert Attendee
• Leonie
  2010, role: actor , character name: Journalist
• Hurricane Season
  2009, role: actor , character name: Player's Dad
• I Love You Phillip Morris
  2009, role: actor , character name: Texas Deputy
• Year One
  2009, role: actor , character name: Sodom Citizen
• The Open Road
  2009, role: actor , character name: Traveler
• I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell
  2009, role: actor , character name: Bar Patron
• The Final Destination
  2009, role: actor , character name: Theater Casualty
• Who Do You Love
  2008, role: actor , character name: Stage Hand
• Living Proof
  2008, role: actor , character name: Doctor
• W.
  2008, role: actor , character name: Press

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Nosebleeds - Danny Brown
• Monopoly - Danny Brown
• 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
• 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
• Hand Stand - Danny Brown
• Kush Coma - Danny Brown
• EWNESW - Danny Brown
• Dip - Danny Brown
• Evil Friends - Danny Brown
• Baseline - Danny Brown
• Detroit187 (feat. Chip$) - Danny Brown
• Express Yourself - Danny Brown
• Witit - Danny Brown
• Adderall Admiral - Danny Brown
• Jealousy - Danny Brown
• Danny Brown - Danny Brown
• Shouldn't Of - Danny Brown
• Odb - Danny Brown
• Sway In The Morning Freestyle - Danny Brown

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Check!
I will eat on them pajamas
Stay all on it like piranha
When it comes to that vagina, baby girl you could be my diner
Just like that, and DIP!
Don’t stop lick it til’ you touch the clit
Let me suck on that clit while you follow my head
Listen girl I know you’re with it, ball with me
Fall back on that outfit or something
And I love your thighs I can’t deny
Rhyme game like twerk team and I think my dick want to be the sound
Rolling balls til’ my dick hard, didn’t say heard like a missed call
I don’t really look like I’m trying to fuck and I probably won’t care about her tomorrow
Danny Brown what you trying to do “pop a few lets get chopped and screwed”
Fools gold, and you know, and Balmain mark down the shit
Smoking on that freeze, nigga
You’re the nigga, amnesia nigga
Comatose and I need a dose
Wanna get behind that head you got
Throw it right when they play tonight
[Hook]
Pop the pussy on a hand stand
Ha-ha-ha-hand stand
Pop the pussy on a hand stand
Ha-ha-ha-hand stand
Pop the pussy on a hand stand
Ha-ha-ha-hand stand
Pop the pussy on a hand stand
Ha-ha-ha-hand stand
[Bridge]
Shake that ass for a gangster nigga
Hands on the floor and her feet on the wall
And she pop that pussy like she ain’t afraid to fall
When her hands on the floor and her feet on the wall
And she pop that pussy like she ain’t afraid to fall
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Love to see what you’re working with
Don’t stop girl keep twerkin’ it
I’m watching you and I’m wondering if you could do that with my dick in it
She throw it back like a fire ball
Hit it up, order like a house call
Want to eat the cat, be from the back, then give a ho a mouthful
Hundred dollar pills we rolling, ass in the air she working
Don’t care when we rolling, don’t care when they rolling
Hundred dollar pills we rolling, ass in the air she working
Don’t care when we rolling, don’t feel when we rolling
Pop the pussy on hand stand, record that on my Handycam
That uncut, ludicrous
Feel that monkey I go Orangutan
You a met a nigga like this before, eat it from the back, suck on ya toes
That right, I’ll put my mouth on it that pussy wet feeling (?)
Throw it back to that 8-track, (?)
Now she got my dick hard, and I want to fuck her in the shower
Looking ratchet now, (?)

[Verse 1]
Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down
Then I elevate at 90 miles an hour,
And all I see is stars and they coming at me
sort of like a meteor shower
My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy,
feeling like I ain't goin' make it
Cause inside my head's like a firework show
in the 4th July in Las Vegas
Said, I'm trippin'
I'm trippin',
Feeling like I just came up,
I done took mer a couple more pills
Next thing I know, I'm taking off my shoes
And I'm on walking on these clouds like marshmallows
Nodding off, smellin' like rose petals
Zoning off, two-three like the theme in hell fire and angel wings
I'm conscious of that world, gone insane 'bout that world
All these drugs up in me, it's a miracle I am here a...
I'm not like a mortician,
Going down with Oakland bitches, they say you hella bougie
Rolling back all of them coupes
[Bridge]
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back
It's the blunt after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma
and my brian going on vacation
Kush coma
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back
It's the blunt after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma
and my brian going on vacation
Kush coma
[Hook]
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
[Verse 2]
Half a sleep with that cotton mouth
Weed roll house on plantation
Look inside of my gem ring...
Get my head looking like fake titan screen
Get my mind drippin'
Gotta get away from all this bullshit in my way
Knowing god damn well when the high go away
same shit gonna be still in my way
I'm a slave to this flithy...
So nigga want somethin' wet in it
Been smoking blunts since high school,
Now look at all the bullshit I been through
Wanna pass out, the weed fading off
Nigga gotta keep one eye open
Cause nigga ain't tryna miss the next turn
Nigga roll up, then we starting smoking
I'm smoking on that ocho
Got my mind that cosmos
Spitting on that purple
Got a nigga in slo-mo
Dipping in that molly, feel like I'm doing 100 on a Harley
Tell your baby mama sorry,
that was one night and please don't call me
[Bridge]

[Verse 1]
I was born one day before Saint Pat
I guess a nigga miss luck just like that
Henry Ford, not even one mile from Motown
Explains all the soul that you hear in my sound
A ten minute ride to Linwood, I begun
My mama first son, look what I become
A weedhead with words that poking what I'm smoking
This ain't no Reggie cause the flame rise from Oakland
I used to play with pistols and crackhouses
Skiping school just to fuck bitches on dirty couches, abandoned houses
Find one with the lights on it
Landlord came pulled the hook and locks on it
Money I'm plotting on it I put the block on it
I'm gonna get it, fold deep, no shocks on it
We sit low, rep the D cause it's all I know
And my name rings bells in any hood you go
[Hook]
You're from the East Side
You're from the West Side
You're from the North End
Are you from South West
[Verse 2]
Around first grade, we move to the East Side
Was like throwing rocks at a beehive
A lot of niggas going over something unimportant
That it ain't worth mentioning cause it's unfortunate
Like stick a fork in it, where's the enforcement?
Walking off the grass just to sit on niggas porches
Passing round 40's, brown paper bags
Rolling up a swisher (?)
It ain't about nothing, but let me hold something
Ate a lunchable for dinner, nigga I'm ain't fronting
Caught the bus to East land, just to walk around it
Ain't buy nothing nigga, just walked around it
Looked at some hoes, I ain't even holler
Cause I'm broke as fuck and niggas all about a dollar
I'm living in the city where the weak get swallowed
Belly of the beast, we don't care about tommorow
I'm living in the city where the weak get swallowed
Belly of the beast, we don't care about tommorow

[Hook]
(Dip, I dip, you dip)
(Dip, I dip, you dip, I dip)
(Dip, I dip, you dip)
(Dip, I dip, you dip, I dip)
(Dip, you dip, I dip)
(Dip, you dip, I dip, you dip)
(Dip, I dip, you dip)
(Dip, I dip, you dip, I dip)
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
You haters leave me alone
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
You haters leave me alone
[Verse 1]
Like Lieutenant Dan I'm rollin'
Back to back, I keep on smokin'
Eyes keep shakin' and I can't stay focused
Don't give a fuck if you niggas ain't noticed
I'm sweatin', but I'm cold
Mouth all dry but I've got a runny nose
I just bought me a water bottle, chugged that down
But I think I need me some more
And I keep feelin' like I'm gon' faint
But fuck that, nigga, pass me that drank
I done drunk too much, I might throw up
In a hotel bathroom sink
Bitch I'm wildin', I'm zooted
Can't believe that I'm even movin' ...
...big ol' booty and I don't know where I'm goin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Now all these rappers talkin' bout that molly
Bet a million dollars these niggas ain't dipped it
Pure MDMA – put it in a shot, we talkin' bout crystal
Been dancin' hard, up all day
Rest in peace to Mac Dre
Throw up the Ts, scrunch on my face
Do the thizzle dance up in the place
I'm grindin' on your bitch while I'm grindin' on my teeth
Dont give a flyin' fuck, so right now you don't want beef
I'm loud...
...we about to go party and I don't know what I'm doin'

[Intro: Danny Brown]
I could never be your friend
No way that I could pretend
I give it one hundred from the start to the end
Roll with my day ones and thats how it is
I could never be your friend,
No way that I could pretend,
I give it one hundred from the start to the end
Roll with my day ones and thats how it is
[Hook: Portugal The Man]
But I can't even be your friend
I can't even be your friend
I can't even be your friend
I can't even be your friend
I can't even be your friend
I can't even be your friend
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
You ain't got nothin on me
You ain't got nothin on me
Hell no we ain't homies
Smoke that kush all by my lonely
I can't trust none of these niggas
All for self my nigga go figure
If you ain't bout them figures
Then no i can't get whitcha
But you ain't gettin salvation
Magazine and that pistol
And another way that you trippin
You ain't gettin subscriptions
Thats what I stay to myself
Everyone they care for theyself
If you ain't helpin my wealth
Then its best that you just step
I just smoke and drink til I pass out
Everybody wanna hand out
Got bandz on me no cashin out
Stay low key like a stash house
Drivin round with them racks out
Make the girlfriend tap out
With her back out till she blacked out
Now she comin back like a crack house
I could never be yo friend
No way that I could pretend
I give it one hundred from the start to the end
Roll with my day ones and thats how it is
I could never be yo friend
No way that I could pretend
I give it one hundred from the start to the end
Roll with my day ones and thats how it is
[Hook: Portugal The Man]
[Verse 2: Portugal The Man]
Your mama's got nothing on me
Your daddy's got nothing on me
And the world that sleeps in its lunacy
Has got nothing on me
No stars got nothing on me
Your son's got nothing on me
And the fool who sees
It's the thief that leads has got nothing on me
You know it's not because the light here gets brighter
And it's not that I'm evil
I got a friend in the devil
But I can't even be your friend
[Hook: Portugal The Man]
[Outro: Danny Brown]
I could never be yo friend
No way that I could pretend
I give it one hundred from the start to the end
Roll with my day ones and thats how it is
I could never be yo friend
No way that I could pretend
I give it one hundred from the start to the end

[Verse 1]
Ho, the only thing you gotta know
My dick touch the ground when I'm sittin' on the floor
You think I'm gon' fall off?
I got advice for ya holmes
Fall asleep in your car
In your garage with the engine on
I'm playing ping pong with your bitch jaw
You the type to have a sing-a-long in Superman drawls
I got the redhead ho
I call her Molly Ringwald
She like to take a lot of Molly
And bring Adderall
Sipping white wine 'til the sunset
Before it got dark she already got naked
Necked her for a second
Then she got reckless
Rump shaker, wrecks and FX'd it
Bum stickity bum stickity bum Das EFX Shit
Left her bum sticky
Fell asleep on the terrace
Me on the beat, that's a hate crime
With black ink, I murder white lines
Baseline
[Verse 2]
What's with all the ho shit?
Your flow's atrocious
The amount of weed I smoke is copious
Eyes red like Soviet
Dog, you're on some bogus shit
These novice poets are not my associates
Ferocious; but the flows inappropriate
But if you approach this they might call encroachment
I'm so bent, oh shit
Got your bitch soakin'
I ain't Clarence Carter
But bitch I be Strokin'
Ho, are you outta your mind?
I tell a bitch like this,
"You are not that fine"
I don't give a bitch shit
No, not a dime
But bitch, for you,
I ain't even got time
The sunshine in the thunder storm
Catching clouds smelling like the green giant underarm
I can never cop her holmes
I just give her Sutter Homes
Nut all on her butt
Wipe it up, then I send her home

[feat. Chips]
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
The way these bitches on my cock
You'd swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J Fox
But my name is Danny Brown I got some weed in my sock
So get high with ya nigga
Sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk thats defensive
These bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
Off the chain like broke nunchucks
Where little niggas come thru and shoot u over new chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
Murder all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you niggas TV
I can first degree this beat and walk wit no charges
Kill a underground emcee and famous female pop artist
And ohh baby I like it raw
Dick so big stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so institutionalized
I wake up 6 AM because I think its chow time
I'm a borderline porcupine
A step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of these 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 them white boys be growing
While you niggas smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
My concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthafucka a cosign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember back in 09
I told em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Lights camera action
Hybrid be snapping
Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
But to be honest a metaphor my life
[Verse 2: Chip$]
Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an amphetamine
Taste it with a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better green
Yo bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Yo girl get snatched like Cool J in I'm Bad
Cost to live, you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will fuck
Homie gone make me send them killers after him
Them niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
I leave you stankin' nigga
Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
But I can keep the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to back of your leg
Grab your chin and the back of your head

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Bet your towels on war how, bounce that ass like a pogo
Shake and roll like a crab game in Las Vegas casino
Call up one of them freak hoes that bounce that ass to that Diplo
She take a dip, then take a sip, dip dip dip
All I want her do is make her ride this dick
Bouncin’ on that ass while she bitin’ on her lip
Really wanna grope when she look back at it
With a look on her face like she just did match
Jean phones cost about eighteen hundred
Pop a little pill so you know I stay blemmy
Blowin’ that sticky now it's time to get freaky take a dip in the back rubber gun in my finger
Tanga got me rollin’
Thing she keep on woah
No way that I’m controllin’ so I gotta put cheat code
We smokin’ on that potent, drinking on that potion she turnt up,
Hopped in her hand stand bounced that ass in slow motion
[Hook x2: Danny Brown]
Say oh my God, little mama be twerking hard
When she back that thang, she clapped that thang, she for sure got my dick hard
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
And I just wanna take her home and wear you out
Given free, no cashin’ out
Eatin on your pussy got you squirtin’ on your blouse
Hit it from the back on the living room couch
You wanna thing that your man wont do
Before bust one bitch you gotta bust too
Run around to got to do what it do cause I just did me so you gotta do you
Trapstar girls keep twerking it,
Let me see what you working with
I’m watching you and I'm wondering if you can do that with my dick in her hand
Her ass lookin’ ridiculous, make me want to get in it
I swear to God she got angry, don't stop girl keep gettin’ it
[Bridge x2: Danny Brown]
Toes on the wall and her ass in the air
And she twerk that thing like she aint have a care
[Hook x2]
Express yourself, express yourself (x4)
Gon’ girl express yourself
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Pop the pussy before I go nigga
I'll be coming out soon nigga
So if you aint in tune nigga
Ratchet …
Pop the pussy before I goon nigga
I'll be coming out soon nigga
So if you aint in tune nigga
Ratchet …
Make like from your hair to your toes
Can't hurt your man with some hell naw
Between me and you girl keep it on the low
Everytime I come around you know it's a freak show
Four bad hoes in my hotel room
Fuckin on the pillows while I sleep til noon
Trippin’ on the molly and startin to go party with big nut pussy …soup
Aint no way ya’ll fuckin with this
Aint fuckin with this
My time game good no ice on my wrists and a big long dick
Some hit me up when you need the help
Dig your R’s til you aint gone left
Had your ass screamin’ before I took off my belt
Gon’ girl express yourself

[Hook]
She rubbin' all on them titties like my name was Biggie
But I dont know no Diddy, I got that Dirty Money with me
Got some Bobby and that Whitney but Christina and Brittney
She sippy then she get tipsy then she drop it low and get get it
She wit' it I'm wit' it 3x
It's mine she don't get it
[Verse 1]
Fuck all night when I'm on that E, shoulda popped 2 but tonight popped 3
Roll so hard can't feel my knees, 5 in the morning ain't think about sleep
Smoking on that papaya, got a white bitch looks like Mariah
Bet I make her hit that high note when I put this dick up inside her
My outerwear be Moncler, Bonjour, out there
Insane with Balmain, bitch these jeans about a stack a pair
Got henny stains on Givenchy, bitch dont even tempt me
I will take you to my office, make you give me that Lewinsky
Ball so hard when I'm on them (?)
Bitch go figure suck the dick through the drawers
After this night whore won't even call
Up so high I ain't never gone fall
Pissin on niggas got careers in the stall
Shittin on niggas, leaving streaks in your drawers
Take your top off like a toilet when it's clogged
[Hook]
They say I'm a menace I meant it
(I meant it)
Be more than just a minute
This dick touch your appendix
I said that I'mma do it
So guess what bitch I did
These hoes know that ive done it
So now these bitch's witit
She wit' it I'm wit' it 3x
She rubbin' all on them titties like my name was Biggie
But I dont know no Diddy
I got that Dirty Money with me
Got some Bobby and that Whitney
But Christina and Brittney
She sippy til she get tipsy
Then she drop it low and get get it
She wit' it I wit' it 3x

[Verse 1]
Eating on an Adderall, wash it down with alcohol
Writing holy mackerel, actual all factual
Out for the capital, matador ya capsules
Hassle the bitch in a castle with the ill grapples
Tackled her asshole, my dick was like a lasso
Fucked her in her mouth and washed it down with Tabasco
[Verse 2]
You softer than Flanders' son
Don't make me put hands on son
Jump niggas like "Fuck one on one."
Used to be locked up watching One on One
And young Kyla Pratt was looking thick, a nigga wanted some
But soon as I got out white bitches by the tons
[Verse 3]
I fuck bad bitches to Stacy Lattisaw
While you niggas got blue balls like a Avatar
I'm eating caviar in El Salvador
She running from my dick like it's a bull and she the matador
She a pregnant labrador
Said the metaphors are the highest caliber
[Verse 4]
I spit hard, you hallmark card poets
So many lines, you can bar code it
She like to lick it on the head then slow stroke it
Ocean in her panties and I'm 'bout to float through it

[Hook]
The cheddar breed jealousy
The cheddar breed jealousy
Especially if that man fucked up
[Verse 1]
Y'all don't know where I come from, nigga
You don't know what I've been through, hoe
Said I wasted my time, huh?
Look, bitch, I done told you so
I done got on my own shit
I ain't need your help, though
Bitch, I know I did it
You ain't gotta tell me so
I done come a long way, I'm grindin', grindin'
Really, I ain't really have shit
Now your bitch see me shinin', prime-timin'
And she all up on my dick
'Cause she know I'm ballin', ballin'
J. J. Redick comin' off that pit
Shake, take pics, open up her mouth
And my dick is about to go switch
Bitch, it's Danny Motherfuckin' Brown
And you know I'm in beast mode
So bitch go run them c-notes
She come through naked in a pea coat
'Cause she know she about to deep throat
Rubbin' on her clit, playin' with her pee hole
Lookin' like she playin' Guitar Hero
You niggas ain't in my league, hoe
My flow's so down, my lingo
No nigga, you ain't my amigo
No senor, you no chico
I do not speak no Spanish
So I don't know what that mean, yo
I met this Filipino, and she was jalapeño
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Get up off of your ass, nigga
Worried about my fuck, boy
I don't love that bitch
Hoe just my fuck toy
Got the game in an uproar
Y'all are lames and so boring
Now your bitch got her tits out
Tryna get my laundry – oh boy!
I'm on some other shit
'Cause y'all done got me fucked up
Y'all don't know who y'all fuckin' with
I'm a Linwood nigga 'til I'm dead in the grave
Detroit techno, shootin' off weight
Nigga'd overtake ya back in the day
Don't make me go back to that nigga in the braids
Raised wrong, caged, but a nigga escaped
So bitch-nigga, don't make me take that bait
Niggas in the hood got love for me
No Limits, got Dungarees
So I'm just tryna smoke my weed
Tell me where the hoes at
All up in my cell phone
Nigga you already know that
So I'mma call some hoes up
Tell 'em bring some drink through
We gon' have a party
Called up your man Achbo
So last song, gettin' fucked up
'Cause we ain't worried 'bout it
Smokin' on that Master P
Bitch we 'bout it, 'bout it

Meet the future face to face
And make sure feel like you there in outer space
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
mothafucka
Fucking on your mother with two rubbers, I do fuck her
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 motherfuckin' 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 your company to come and watch some porn with me
My oral orchestration causes manipulation
The way these hoes be chasing 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
X 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 your ass paying
You Captin Save-Them-Ass, nigga
I don't give a bitch shit but hard dick and liquor

[Verse 1]
Drunk as fuck, high as shit, bitch suck my dick
You ain't never seen a long dick
I said a long dick
I said a long dick, bitch
You gone learn today, you gone learn today
Pull it out and spray all on ya lingerie
Call it a cum grenade, rub it on yo tummy
(Shoulda never gave ya black ass some money!)
Now I'm stomping all on yo couches
Standing all on yo tables
Ripping open yo bitch blouses
Got my toungue all up in her navel
The baddest mufucka 'round
Hold my drink bitch
I said bitch I'm Danny Brown
Lemme get on my pimp shit
I'm sniffing Adderall off yo china
Shoes on in yo living room
Got my elbows on ya table
Left Swisher guts in yo dining room
I'm all up in yo kitchen
Lips on the orange juice bottle
I done popped me an ecstasy pill
So you know I'm tryna get higher
Shouldn't of gave this nigga nothing
Shouldn't of gave my black ass nothing, dog
Remember when I was struggling?
Caught the bus cause I was hustling
Used to stack up to go to Hudsons
Hid the work from my older cousin
Hit my shit like it wasn't nothing
Knew I wouldn't fight him so said fuck it
[Hook]
My pockets on dummy
They say I'm acting funny
Shouldn't of never gave my black ass no money
[Verse 2]
Now I'm blowing on the best kush
Shit be fucking my lungs up
2 packs of Newports a day
And I used to just buy loosies tho
Hos all on my dick
Them hos ain't wanna fuck before
But still I fucked them bitches
But I just never call no more
I'm all up in yo liquor cabinet
Drinking whatever up in the bitch
Took too many pills
Now I'm throwing up in yo toilet
I'm like aww shit
I'm in the house of hip hop
With my motherfuckin feet on the table
Ran the phone bill up on the phone sex line
And I even ordered porn on the cable
Give a nigga from my hood a thousand
He'll treat it like a 100 thousand, nigga
Public assistance housing
Mice all up in yo closet
Keeping it G ain't bout where you from
It's about where you gone be
'Cause ain't shit sweet when you living on the street
And there's roaches crawling on your cheek

[Verse 1]
Take another hit and I pass out, rapping like I'm ashed out
Sneaking bitches up, when granny passed out
Ho, what that ass about? Don't let your cash out, my phone won't let it rain
You could get that ass mashed out, bitch I'm on that cash route
Ain't looking for a rest stop, They talk about modelling, might say I need a head shot
I need a dollar for everyone born out of wedlock
Tryina make the breast out, calling up the dreadlocks
Bitch, I'm on my peso, hablo dinero
And your bitch want me to go TP on her bung-hole

Codeine in my cereal always with the smokie
I'm sort of like a miracle these rappers are venereal
And never am I stereo I spray your a*s with Vinegar
The next time I see you, bro, bitch your ass still won't be tight
The size of my d*ck, nigga, every pus*y tight
I write all night till the sun come up
Dodging texts from your sister trying to lick on my nuts
Cobra clutch the game put that b*tch into submission
Yo bitch want the stick shift no transmission
Dog I'm on a mission you're playing exhibition
On the expedition popping x but never tripping
Chilling with a vixen trying to stick my d*ck in
Red headed ho like a young Kathy Griffin
Smoke so many blunts I can hear my lungs whistling
Still rolling up house smelling like chicken
Rap Martin Lawrence all these other rappers boring
Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons
Nigga, my esse hard like I like doing essay
Gangbanging on the yard with a homie machete
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