Cobra Commander - Open Mike Eagle, Danny Brown

They call me crazy

Cause I know who draws the pretty pictures they see

He tryna chase me

This is the last straw

I ain’t no hay seed

Won’t take his mask off cause he don’t wanna face me

They want me dead cause I know the truth

I can show 'em proof and put computers in the voting booth

I know the dude

He keep a stolen egg from a golden goose

And passes out crack and crystal meth to the local youth

I got a folder full of intel that told me how he kicks whales

Pulls pig tails and hid grails and runs up in the get-wells and snatches up the

piss pails

And puts 'em in a vaporizer just to make the chem trails

What an unclean asshole

I’mma sanitize the unclean hand for sure

He 30 years deep in the killing biz

But I ain’t worried about telling you who the villain is

Y’all know the answer

So all the Free Thinkers can all throw your hands up

Ain’t no coincidence

This shit isn’t random

I’m blaming everything on Cobra Commander

Go to hell

Gayest shit I ever did was let a nigga braid my hair in jail

I ain’t frontin', no I ain’t lyin'

But I roll up, had my shit in zig-zag designs

Layin' in the bunk

Stay by myself

On my own

Up in that bitch with no help

I’m never on a phone, fuck a TV

I don’t play cards

My nigga don’t play me

Put a boiled egg

In a bag of chips

Crush the chips up

Put the egg and then I shook

Don’t know how to play chess

I don’t read books

I don’t go to rec

I grab you by your neck

But in my mental

I hear them instrument

So I’m in the bunk

Writing with them little ass pencils

And I ain’t got no answers

So mother fuck Cobra Commander