Danny Brown — Monopoly

[Intro] Ain't gonna be too many suckers, and furthermore, I think you better check your mitts Jay, come on, baby, let's cut this place loose Yeah, chump, you better get the fuck out of here And take your bitches with you, especially Ug-Mug here [Verse 1] The Hybrid, smoking on papaya That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina What I write is Wall of China, nigga, that's great Like eighths of Grape Apes gettin' stuffed in my suitcase Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the jewel case In just two takes, dog, the booth'll get souffléd You're hiding something like a toupée Truthfully, my friend, touché You gon' get exposed like an up-and-coming model And to me, your label seems like one of them pageant mamas So guess who's the little bitch? That's you You must suck a lot of dick, that's true I misuse with issues and pistols Mind racing like Bristol, heart of igloos My nigga, you ain't been what I been through And if so, you would take a pencil through your temple 'Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual Ain't even had pads, stuffed they panties with tissue Hit the ave 'cause they mouth ain't bleeding And your style's like fried chicken without seasoning Nigga, that's bland, fuck you up and your mans I smack you like a bitch, nigga, that's open-hand Fuck you and your tough talk When I monopolize, I throw your ass off the boardwalk Fag, you ain't play sports, but always at the ballpark Type of nigga rocking Crocs at the fuckin' Walmart Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car Get flicked, guess what? I'm runnin' from this fiend car I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna [Verse 2] I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit In your baby mama crib, not flushing after I piss I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers You blank shooters on stank hooters I'm in Aruba sippin' wine cooler Mind-ruler, sort of like hypnotism That's why these white bitches wanna get with him I smack it, flip it like Mike Bivins But to me, your flow's like Ronny DeVoe's My hoes got toes in expensive high heels Your hoes' toes is fucked, beauty supply sandals Handle any situation I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated Irritated when I'm not sedated Fuck her face like I was obligated And still fuckin' with them freak hoes Stank pussy smellin' like Cool Ranch Doritos