Danny Brown — Detroit 187

[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