Danny Brown — Die Like a Rockstar

[Verse 1] Brown bless the mic like gesundheit Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai 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 in my target when I shoot my load Bullseye, my eyes tie-dyed Fried off the same shit that rockstars died from Smoke somethin' with your man, bitch Like Wyclef, used to sell the cannabis Manuscript, sick shit, prescription addiction Sniffin' Adderall off the counter in my kitchen Trippin' off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping Experiment so much, it's a miracle I'm livin' [Chorus] And I'ma die like a rockstar Die like a rockstar I'ma die like a rockstar Die like a rockstar I'ma die like a rockstar Die like a rockstar I'ma 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 was so sublime, goin' out like Brad Nowell I got that Kurt Cobain type of mindframe Feelin' like Keith Moon, shrooms in my dressing room Basquiat freestyle Feeling like Jimi Hendrix in Anna-Nicole mouth River Phoenix, '93, VIP With some drugged-up porn hoes all around me Like Teri Diver, Linda Wong All in hell havin' orgies where the horns growing long 'Cause, bitch, I'm Frankie Lymon, Heath Ledger Hyped up in a jacuzzi, doing that John Belushi With Brittany Murphy, we blowin' hershey I'ma die like a rockstar