Belly of The Beast (Ft. Obongjayar) – Danny Brown – letras

Maniac off Xanny barsSack like Santa ClausThat puts you in the figure-fourMy literature is like I wrote it in silverAnd you’re on the podium with speech of rhodiumYour bitch like a leech on my scrotumHo tried to kill the dick, strangled them and choked ’emAfter she was done I looked down at my penisLike, she really ain’t mean itNigga, I’m anemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder blinkI take a piss in that same sink you wash dishes withYou’re illiterate, ya Bisquick softI pulled the biscuit then you dipped like cocktail sauceI eat so many shrimp I got iodine poisonHoes on my dick ’cause I look like Roy OrbisonGot a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelveOne was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah)This can’t be real, I’m in a dreamI don’t have skin, I just shineThey can’t contain me, I’m freeIt feels like losing your mindPsycho, crazy, derangedSpittin’ on tracks like oncoming trainVocal laid down like tower of burnin’ flameSippin’ gasoline, made her pour canteenStone Temple Pilot crashed in to the wallWhile listenin’ to Wu-Tang and rubbin’ on his ballsOff them bars of footballs, thoughts playin’ foosballIn VIP, sleep with shades on the boo-yaSo bitch, bust that shit open like you landed knee-firstLet me stick my finger in it, what it smell like, birth?If it smell like syrup you gon’ get this workBut if it smell like perch, gotta disperseI’m a pervert wearin’ sherbet, take your baby mama, turn herAs a youngin’ mama should have handcuffed me to the furnaceThis can’t be real, I’m in a dreamI don’t have skin, I just shineThey can’t contain me I’m freeIt feels like losing your mind