Grandma Hips (feat. Danny Brown)

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

Got psalms and hymns (What are those?)

Kick a rhyme on a whim

Come for me chance of you surviving extra slim

Like a skinny MF doom it'll be next to grim

Knock you in your loose lips for popping off at the gums

Like a packet of Eclipse

Dawg, you slipped for not recognizing 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 same joke

Eternally sleep telling 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 take the pictures I painted

I just might go start a residency

Pump it out to gramercy

Teacher said I was nice with the grammar see

Lord, have mercy

Thirsty firstly known for flowing with finesse like Percy P

And going hand to hand can't see me man to man

Plus your man's aura's fucking 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

Compare the flow to an avalanche

A battle ram HIV should be my acronym

Sick pen game like a Bhurka game sonogram

Born to kill coming at ya like a porno cam

Ain't you know I smoke that fruity 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 singing in the closet like Luther Van

Get killed watching shows like Abraham

Next I'm at your funeral doing a shmurda dance

Want beef act like you're 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 shaking like Parkinson

Ain't going in unless my **** sneak the larkin in

Shoot a rapper just to help him with his marketing

Don't even get me started in

One phone call now your family we targetin'

I'm about to wear my flow

Wrecking shit the parthenon

I walk in they be like, who let the Martian in?

Said I'm the best it ain't a single **** quest

Either it's the truth or these **** disrespect

Took it as a sign every **** kill they self

Changing of the guard all these whack **** exit