Letras: Danny!. Where Is Danny?. Sloppy Joe, Pt. 2.

Gather round gather round I got another story to tell
Streets robbed me I wasn't educated properly
But fuck that I needed money for a Harley
Multi-colored streamers handlebars looking gnarly
Parked outside the bar security didn't card me
One of the perks of having a big penis
My blood sugar low like stabbing the kids' fingers
And Danger Mouse was at the spot looking dapper
Flagged the bartender and ordered a red snapper
So where was me and gnarls Barkley? At the Mardi gras
Posted up at this rinky dink bougie artsy bar
I overheard these two drunken fools lose it
Couldn't make it out my assumptions YouTube or shit
Or MySpace plays some artist that they came across
Popping shit about him talking like he lame or soft
Like Blahzay Blah, where the fuck they find him?
Turned around when I heard Def Jux shouldn't a signed him
Nigga what? Cracked a bottle in the fit of rage
Disengaged stabbed the second goofy in his ribcage
The first clown I gave him a Mike Tyson
Straight up and knife sliced him and gave him a nice bitin
Then I grabbed their heads banged em on the wall
Yo repeatedly frequently brains was on the floor
Man D Swain does it all took my size 17's and put the pain to they jaw
One stomp for the blogs that overlooked me
Two stomps for the promoters that never booked me
Three stomps for you fickle ass fucks
That say my shit is weak and think that Nickelback sucks
Blood was everywhere I was feeling good even did my Eddie Haskell dance
SugaLow was like "I ain't know you was a Dizzee Rascal fan? "
Well goddamn this isn't beef thought them boys was dissin me
Seven hours later called up Tiffany from the precinct
Loyal to a T but her feet stink
Bailed me out of jail even though her man was hatin on me
Took her to the crib shorty had a manwich waitin on me