White Stripes - Danny Brown

Nigga get a life, 10 Deep crewneck

Blunt to the face, nigga, never ask «Who next?»

Homie I ain’t Two-Tecs, that’s B.I.G, homie, ay

Where the fuck was his gangsta ass out in LA

Ay-bay-bay, this is not a diss

But your bitch looks like Hurricane Chris

And nigga it’s fact, that what you rap fiction

I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens

Your bitches do my braids, say dog I be hitting

Never knew my dick be where you be kissing

When I shoot missions, gotta keep a clip in

Or I roll deep like roaches in my kitchen

Dog, I ain’t tripping, but they never gone

They don’t even run when I cut the lights on

Holmes, what’s the biz?

Nigga, watch your kids

Your bitch say my dick bigger than John Holmes' is

Limes in Corona, 2-for-18

Might pop Adderall, I don’t fuck with no lean

Sitting at a mall, nigga fuck them all

Walk in thrift stores, now watch daddy ball

Vintage ass fleeces, skinny no creases

Me and these is like ETs and Reese’s Pieces

Laying on beaches, hoes' toes pedicure

Bitch give me head cause she liked my metaphors

'bout getting head, isn’t that ironic, like Alanis Morisette?

Check!

Tight like corsets 'round the waists of S&M bitches

Bitch ass fat like Deelishis' is

Hoes say I’m inconsiderate

Cause I make 'em treat my dick like licorice

But they can’t get a pack of Twizzlers on me

Light-skinned bitch that I call darky

Always in beef like Eek the Cat and Sharky

So I ate the cat and now she heart me

Roll another spliff, pop another pill

Live every day like a nigga going away

When getting locked, fucking with the pot

Gotta nigga two hots and a top cot

Some niggas like to plot, I move on instinct

Nigga, I can lock down a year in a precinct

And these bars will still be hotter than your new shit

Why you try to keep it warm like somebody else piss?

In that drop on the way to the P. O

You talk shit, turn his bitch to El Nino

Rap jalapeno, flow Neo Geo

Crunk like Lil' Jon, «Bia Bia» live in Rio

Nigga do a peep show, fucking quarter freak ho

Hit you with the cinco, now you niggas el finito

Sipping on Cleco, rap like a cheat code

To the game of life and I’d passed twice

Now tell me mothafucka that I ain’t nice

Roll another dime sack, nigga just rewind that