[Danny Brown]
Maniac off Xanny bars
Sack like Santa Claus
That puts you in the figure-four
My literature is like I wrote it in silver

And you´re on the podium with speech of rhodium
Your bitch like a leech on my scrotum
Ho tried to kill the dick, strangled them and choked ´em
After she was done I looked down at my penis
Like, she really ain´t mean it
Nigga, I´m anemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder blink
I take a piss in that same sink you wash dishes with
You´re illiterate, ya Bisquick soft
I pulled the biscuit then you dipped like cocktail sauce
I eat so many shrimp I got iodine poison
Hoes on my dick ´cause I look Roy Orbison
Got a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelve
One was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah)

[Obongjayar]
This can´t be real, I´m in a dream
I don´t have skin, I just shine
They can´t contain me, I´m free
It feels like losing your mind

[Danny Brown]
Psycho, crazy, deranged
Spittin´ on tracks like oncoming train
Vocal laid down like tower of burnin´ flame
Sippin´ gasoline, made her pour canteen
Stone Temple Pilot crashed in to the wall
While listenin´ to Wu-Tang and rubbin´ on his balls
Off them bars of footballs, thoughts playin´ foosball
In VIP, sleep with shades on the boo-ya

So bitch, bust that shit open like you landed knee-first
Let me stick my finger in it, what it smell like, birth?
If it smell like syrup you gon´ get this work
But if it smell like perch, gotta disperse
I´m a pervert wearin´ sherbet, take your baby mama, turn her
As a youngin´ mama should have handcuffed me to the furnace

[Obongjayar]
This can´t be real, I´m in a dream
I don´t have skin, I just shine
They can´t contain me I´m free
It feels like losing your mind