Artist: Your Old Droog f/ Danny Brown Album: Packs Song: Grandma Hips Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Your Old Droog] Wagwan Foghorn Leghorn Come Halloween, I'm the wrong one to egg on Four Megatron limbs harmin 'em with homonyms Far from PC, I'm VC with his arm in the rim ("HAA!") Got songs and hymns (What are those?) Kick a rhyme on a whim Come for me - chance of you survivin extra slim Like a skinny MF DOOM, it'll be next to +Grimm+ Knock you in your loose lips for poppin off at the gums Like a packet of Eclipse, dawg you slipped for not recognizin YOD was god since we used to boost chips And the box juice sips, rockin pants that swish Then I link with rich to flip product The product of that was utterly hypnotic Your mind is not equipped to understand our quips Shut up and keep -- with your grandma hips Man, built like my auntie, hopped online The same joke eternally sleep tellin cats to stay woke By doing this, I'm a neighborhood treasure I pack some more... in just for good measure That's a good measure, ain't it? I can see the future and that ain't it For tryna taint the pictures I painted I just might go start a residency, pump it out to Grammarcy Teacher said I was nice with the grammar, see? Lord have mercy {*inhales then coughs*} Thirsty, firstly known for flowin with +Finesse+ like Percee P And goin hand to hand, can't see me man to man Plus your man's aura's fuckin Bananarama Pandora Y'all cats sedentary on the road to dead and buried Practically souvenirs, haven't made a move in years Now give me dap or a five Old Droog the greatest rapper alive, shut the fuck up! [Danny Brown] Compare the flow to an avalanche A batterram, HIV should be my acronym Sick pen game like a Bhurka game sonogram Born to kill, comin at ya like a porno cam Ain't they know I smoke that +Frooty+-color +Toucan+? Eat the pussy, get her wetter than the Hoover Dam Ain't no need to say my name, bitch know who I am Rappers singin in the closet like Luther Van Get killed watchin shows like Abraham Next I'm at your funeral doinga Shmurda dance Want beef, aim right ya at the burger stand Pull the burner, put holes in your cardigan BITCH~! I'm 'bout to get the artisan Go Son of Sam, have you shakin like Parkinson Ain't goin in, unless my nigga sneak the Larkin in Shoot a rapper just to help him with his marketing ("Alright now, here we go!") Don't even get me started and One phone call, now your family we targetin I'm out this world, my flow wacky shit depart-en-ment I walked in, they be like, "Who let the Martian in?" Said I'm the best, ain't a single nigga question it Either it's the truth or these niggas disrespectin Took it as a sign every nigga kill they self Changing of the guard, all these wack niggaz EXIT!!!