Count To Six

[Verse One: Danimal Lector] One take, no bloopers Name any kid thats smoother I'll leave your head detached, hangin' like Mr. Cooper You're gonna need more than band aids and sutures Like the goddamn glue, I'm super A juicer, its true, sir Living for the moment, not the future Like the show, you're the biggest loser You an H. Commuter, I've managed to maneuver Through verses and damage this computer You? You're like a man that's neutered Don't even waste your time trying to come Cause with battling, this mans a trooper Manhandle hooters Stand, and shoot her With a big cock, like a gigantic rooster Me? Daniel, Junior Outlandish humor And I don't mean crashin' Mercuries when I say I'm slammin' cougars Once I ran through her I'm gone in 60 like Nic Cage, I'm ice cold, you can call me Van Couver [Hook: Danimal Lector] It goes one for the money Two for the pills Here's three reasons why I'm ill I got skills, I do I'm a chill white dude I don't care if I don't make a mil, like you Four for the honies Five for you dummies Fuck with me get carried by the six, buried quick So on the count of six, you better split [Verse Two: Danimal Lector] I was the badass, back of the class, underprepared The type to light up a blunt during D.A.R.E Battle me? You got a better chance hunting a bear Bearhanded, exactly, it's fucking rare I murder rappers cause none compare I call 'em J.T, they cry rivers while they runnin' scared I got plenty of drugs, but none to share Stratfords mine, motherfucker, I'mma run for mayor Ask your girl if you're unaware That thing in my underwear, well it hangs like Rapunzels hair Dude, I'm scorchin' recordings When performin', you're boring, like Mormons Cooking beef up like a foreman Have you wishing you were never born like orphans Step and get served for free, man, like Morgan You're done, put the fork in I'm a beast, half bull, like Jordan Other half, bear, like Orton [Hook: Danimal Lector] It goes one for the money Two for the pills Here's three reasons why I'm ill I got skills, I do I'm a chill white dude I don't care if I don't make a mil, like you Four for the honies Five for you dummies Fuck with me get carried by the six, buried quick So on the count of six, you better split