Bad News

[Intro: Action Bronson]

Ayo, Al, aye, Al

Danny, get the car (Alright, I'm going right now)

We gotta get the fuck outta here, Dan

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Murder, death, kill—pull a 187

If you ain't gon' give it, motherfucker, I'mma take it

Boy, I'll turn ya' to a raisin

Just to bring home the bacon

For me to see heaven I would need to meet Satan

So my heart so vacant

My mind's on some "Take shit! Break shit! Spray shit!"

Hit-you-broad-day shit

Face-lift, braces, unsolved cases

Hittin' up the witnesses so can't nobody say shit

I think the reaper callin'

Picked up the phone and said

"I got a couple coming"

'Cause blood in my eye and I'm thirsty for death

For the paper you’ll fo' sho' be walking up heaven’s steps

Got a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen

Parolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me

'Cause I'm no herb

And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these words

[Interlude]

(They've seen us already man)

Guns are in the trunk

(What are we gonna do they've seen us)

Money in the seat

Guns are in the trunk

Think they come and get us, never

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Uh, the white OJ in the hallway

The long .44 spray

One leg up on the Velour grey

Gettin' straddled while I'm eatin' strudle

We fuck you up so bad that you will never take a normal doo-doo

Or a pee-pee, bedridden

Now I'm laughing while head is given

No fucks are given ever 'cause I'm rotten to the core

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya right into the door

Aah, cross the street when you see us by the store

I'm off the leash, dick hanging on the floor

Box cutters rolled up in the waistband of the 09's

You thought you had your little shit

Figured out, but no mas

My bitch will choke you out with strong thighs

Strong features in the face from the winny

Smokin' dope, doing 360's in a Mini

She half Dominican and Trini

Bad news that's me