Detroit187

The way these bitches on my cock

You'd swear it was 1985

and Teen Wolf just dropped

And my name was Michael J. Fox

But no bitch it's Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock

So bitch get high with ya nigga

The sack I got is looking some green caterpillars

But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive

These bitches suck my dick like it was moral incentive

I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks

From where these little niggas try to shoot you off that new Chucks

A little dark like wet Nubuck

Describes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut

Murders all the time is all I see

Detroit 187 on you niggas TV

And I can first agree this beat kill a nigga no charges

Fuck a female MC and a pop artist

Oh baby, I like it raw

And my dick so big left stretch marks on her jaw

I'm so institutionalized

I wake up 6 a.m. because I think it's to learn

Borderline porcupine, a step from drinking turpentine

Just to wash down a plate of 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 these white boys be growing

While you niggas smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion

My concoctions could make world ending potions

These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments

I get endorsements, so motherfuck your co-sign

Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers 'til your broke spine

'member back in '09, I told 'em it was showtime

Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine

Light camera action, Hybrid be snapping

'Cause the days of no tissue had to wipe with wet napkins

Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife

But to be honest a metaphor for my life

(Stat)

Buzzing off the barbiturates and amphetamines

Chase it with a 40 Oz of Ready Clean

I swear I never ever smoke the better weed

Your bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen

Run up in your crib, two K's, one mag

Your 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 gon' make me send them killers after him

Them niggas swing swords like World Fence Champions

You was popping pills and drinking liquor

Now you thinking you a gangsta killer

I leave you stanking nigga, laid down

Face down like you taking a planking 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

And twist them shits in opposite directions