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• Artiste: Danny Brown
• Titre: Belly Of The Beast
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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 like Roy Orbison Got a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelve One was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah) 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 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 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