Detroit187

[Verse 1]

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 your nigga

The sack I got is lookin' like some green caterpillars

But it's smellin' 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 over new Chucks

A little dark like wet nubuck

Describe 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 degree 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

[Verse 2]

I'm so institutionalized

I wake up at 6 AM because I think it's chow line

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

Concoctions, make world-ending potions

These other niggas got lines, dog, I got encroachments

I get endorsements, so motherfuck your cosigns

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

'Member back in '09, 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 classified, know it sound trife

But to be honest, a metaphor for my life

Stop

[Verse 3: Chip$]

Buzzing off the barbiturates and amphetamines

Chased it with a forty ounce of Ready Clean

I swear I never ever smoked a 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'll 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 gangster killer

I leave you stankin', nigga

Laid down face-down like you takin' 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