Lip Flappin'

[Verse 1] Another day, I think I'll take the pony for a spin Do or die, I got the bluest eye like Toni Morrison Get it...Toni Morrison? Attack the clones, I'm back to bonin' bony whores again Used to beat my meat, I guess I got bologna fore-uh-skin (Ewwwwww) Hey girl you feelin' lonely? Pour the gin We gonna get you rocky, but this dick is only for your friend So choose your poison, either Beef-A-Roni or a tin Can full of hors d'ouevres, served on phony porcelain They forcin' my hand... "Danny, you ain't right" I beat the Blue Man Group in a blue paint fight I'm your favorite rapper's rapper Rap depraved me, made me Wrap my fingers 'round your sister's throat Impatience made me snap her Neck; man I'm 'bout to cash this check I had respect a couple years ago I'm fearless, phone my dad collect My crew? Thicker than Steinbeck novels We visit Milan, and do the Heimlech on models [Hook x 2] "There's so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just say Nothing, or nearly nothing" [Verse 2] Everbody talkin' pistols, gats; it's boring I'll flip a new topic for you: rabbit abortions (Ewwwwww) I'm a fetus's nightmare No one can save 'em, even if Jesus was right there (beat stops) Danny!: Yo yo yo, stop the beat, hol' up hol' up hol' up Engineer: Yo, why you stoppin' son, what's good? You was Doin' aiight! Danny!: Dog, DOG...I'm not making any sense, like, whatsoever... This shit has NO topic at all -- Engineer: Man, are you crazy nigga? This joint is hot flames Son, yo this is real hip-hop...this is real hip-hop, yo your joint Is hot flames son. Yo keep recording, we still recording right now (beat continues) [Verse 2] The pie-jacker, I jack pies for money You niggas is sweet, must've got baptized in honey Rockin' skirts like that bagpipe country Speakin' of pipes, Danny lays more pipe than a Plumber on a summer afternoon When I'm in the tabernacle I can make the daughter of the pastor swoon Watchin' cartoons...my alter ego is a Raccoon with a pair of shades, I call him Master Poon Hey Master Poon, what'chu doin' today? "Well I was gonna do a track with you But you went away!" Hey -- what more can I say? I can't help it that these rappin' cats is borderline gay "You mean to tell me that cats can rap too?" Never mind Master Poon, it's time for a nap soon If I ain't the dopest on the mic then I'm the closest Pneumonultramicroscopicsiliconiosis (...just a random big word, y'knowwhatImsayin' So I can sound smart!) [Hook x 2] [Verse 3] The streets is in a panic Police need to increase the peace Even though priests and obese people are Destined for heaven even when they get beaten I'll invite your grandfather out to Denny's and eat him Mind of a psycho Rhyme with my eyes closed No piece of paper, a freak of nature with nine toes I know you nerd rappers gon' love this I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit I know you backpackers gon' love this I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit I know the underground gon' love this I just spit a whole song and I didn't say shit [Hook x 1]