Filth

Swingin skateboards in the moshpit to party all the time
Giving out blackeyes to the rhythm of DNA's bassline
After Danny's set, claim a freak girl, stick a flag in her that's mine
Pound in the portapotties, with Worm, you'll get no wine and dine
And she's a halitosis bitch! Should've stuffed her mouth with a sock
Don't even suck this dick, cuz the fumes'll make it go soft
She's cryin, "am I ugly?" Please I beg you to shut up
Left her a hard working painter, wearing a white stained smock
That's right I walk the talk, fucken on festival thots
But when I hit the pit again, my dick's still hard as rock
So horned up my standards drop, her ear's like Mr. Crock's
But I'm Timmy Turner, my wish granted, she slobbin on my cock
STOP DROP N ROLL! This porta john can't hold
Another bitch, but we can try to fit in I suppose
Worm's not one to impose, you know my motto goes
If the pussy's free then brodie please, keep going with the flow

This is fucking muddy, this a fungus, this is filth
This is jumping on the stage to grab the mic and start a tilt
This is rolling in the dirt until somebody's blood get spilt
This is thrashing in the pit with no care if someone's kilt

This is fucking muddy, this a fungus, this is filth
This is jumping on the stage to grab the mic and start a tilt
This is rolling in the dirt until somebody's blood get spilt
This is thrashing in the pit with no care if someone's kilt

Chewin on a xanny, washed it down with henny
Creepin backstage, sneaked a peak at Danny
Had a white bitch with him, topless like Randy
Sportin granny panties, I said Danny take this plan B
And I was hella clammy, but he dapped me up and asked me
"What's ya name kid? For this I owe you on my family"
It's Ratlung family! No worries, fuck ya shammy
Left me standing there in the distance (W w w w whammy)
Popped an adzenys for Death Grips, plans to open the pit
Might knee a bitch in time to Andy's gyrations
NAW FUCK THAT! On the stage is where I wanna get
But I'm tweakin out, security best not intervene in this
Chaos intravenous, charging past them guards
Ride's now in my sights and my lord this man goes hard
I hope that ya'll aint squeamish, this next parts kinda raw
He turned around instinctively and clutched me by my jaw
It was beatdown madness, right there on the stage
and the blood flew, yeah the blood flew from out my face
He hit so hard I felt my skull puncture my brain
I lost consciousness but felt death's embrace
Evidently though, you know, I didn't end up dead
I guess the story goes Danny Brown stopped Mr. Burnett
I'm in your debt, I muttered to him from my bed
Danny said "nah homez, ayo bitch give this man some head"