Danny Brown Lyrics
"Tim Westwood Freestyle"

I made it all those semi bars
Act like Santa Clause, I put you in a thicker form
My literature was like that, woke this shit and celebrate
And you're on the podium with B tail rodeo
Your bitch like a leach on my scrotum
Hoe tried to kill that dick, strangle them and choke them
After she was done I looked down at my penis
Bit the kind and shrugged and said she really didn't mean it
See, nigga, I'm anemic with anger, just a Stevie Wonder blink
I take a piss in the same sink you wash dishes with
Atlanta weight, deep shit, your ,
Pull the biscuit then you dip like cocktail sauce
In so many shrimp I got eye dye poison
These hoes on my dick I look like Roy Orbison
Had a foursome with four hoes, they said a twelve
One was chubby, one was ugly, other one white as hell
Take another hit and I pass out, rapping like I'm ashed out
Sneaking bitches up, the granny passed out
Hoe, what that ass about? Don't let your cash out,
my phone won't let it rain
You could get that ass mashed out, bitch I'm on that cash route
Ain't looking for a west out,
talking about molly when all I need is a headshot
I need a dollar for everyone, but not away a lot
Tryina make the breast out, calling up the dreadlocks
Bitch, I'm on my pace house, harbor, narrow
And your bitch want me to go tiky on her bank-o
I got these rad niggas yelling encore
While I beat bip on the hair of a Rapunzel
Think about me and masturbate with the bossy
Bout to take the game and put that bitch up in the closet
But in the end I'm just a dirty young man
With a pill in my mouth and a dick in my hand