Woorden: Danny!. Where Is Danny?. Theme Music To A Killing Spree.

[Danny!:]
I'm a narcissist with moxy
A Marxist by proxy
My life is a motherfucking farce, just watch me
My wife is a motherfucking heartless Nazi
We get along though, she's a ping pong pro
Money out the wazoo she got King Kong dough (So?)
That's the reason why I stick with her (Oh)
Grab the keys and drive to Pittsbizzurgh
Stack the cheese and buy her pit litter
A sick spitter yo I saw the big picture though
Flew up to Chi town and caught her kid sisters show
Toes down up and the fingernails matchin'
But the whole fuck up sound like Tinkerbell rappin
And she was ready for some single male action
So I made my self drink a pail of Captain Morgan
One drum of rum will have me rapping foreign
Like humdumalemalem is that Dezach Dejournen
Me and Danny Brown rockin matchin hand me downs
Letterman sweaters damn we some panty hounds
Scoopin chicks from the greasy spoon
Been a freak ever since I stuck my feet out Anise's womb

[Danny Brown (Danny!):]
If Kush got purple hair like a hood rat
Why you still beg for smoke ex and where the goods at
(Look at all of these rappers that's unemployed
Ya boy is a coked out version of pastor Troy)
This the real McCoy you rappers is decoys
At the end of all the games you a bitch like Metroid
Call em Samus (but don't forget the hammers)
We smut the prom queen and jumped the big man on campus
(And us against them damn bruh it can't be tamed
Call the goons have your granny driving candy rain)
Danny Brown and Danny Swain, don't confuse the name
Got fire in our brain like Ichabod Crane
(Like Ichabod Crane?)
I think they insane (shining like the sun)
But ain't no diamonds in my chain
Nigga you dead wrong (Nigga we headstrong)
Nice as [?] with foghorn leghorn
(Dreams of sexing Ellen Cleghorne
Knocking up the broke bitches they all having my kids)
I show you what it is and what it all could be
Couldn't write it in your afterlife
(Damn bruh is that your wife?)