Many Reasons

Me and C Brown proud belize
Lookin for three brown breezies in the crown eating gouda cheese
One of the gals gave the kid mad cow disease
Now my knees powerless my fevers a thousand degrees
We're not allowed to sneeze it arouses bees
So let's smoke a pound of trees cause the weed
Has been clinically proven to drown a disease
Yo it was me, Chris Brown, Lisa Ray, and my pal Louise
Getting blowed in the Panama Canal please
Keep it down the police will surround these
And take the keys to the 'pala and impound
Howards Eddie Bower power ski's and my flower beads
Now to appease one of these three teasers
That I found at the start of this verse powder these... nuts
And since I'm well on down squeezed on the whole ham
This is what she told Dan broham
I love you for so many reasons
Which means
Love you with the freshness of a
Love you with the freshness of a
I wasn't raised wrong I got off the path
Terrorizing my class in a Martha mask
At 17 I was pissing off my dad
And stuck a gay porn mag in his Coughlin bag
My mama found it and she tossed his ass
Out of the house and threw spaghetti sauce across his back
And attacked him with a moss colored faucet rack
He started coughin, gaggin, he lost his grasp
On my moms apron he started spacin
She gave him more kicks than those found in lebrons basement
More fists than those that Harry Clarke gave Sonny Liston
With blows she laid him on pavement
Mama maimed him, tamed him, proclaimed him dead
Till I ran up and admitted that I framed him
They both laughed and they said "Oh Danny!
You and your pranks that's why you're our favorite in the family."