[Intro: bryuk]
His name is Young Dan
He was a young desperado, riding cross the wild wild west
And somewhere along his journey, he got lost
And now he needs to find his way back home
Will he make it? Will he survive?
Well, folks, I guess one can only hope

[Verse 1: Young Dan]
They call me the rap master
Imma shoot you with this blaster
If you ain't fucking with the squad
Then your shit don't matter
And what do you know about an education?
If you get any closer Imma hit you with damnation
Danny Brown, bitch?
More like Danny C
I got some PlayStation and FIFA '16
The fuck does Haydyn got?
A smelly little peen
Just ask his last bitch
She looked like she was thirteen
He thinks he's really deep
For reading Fredrick Nietzsche
Young Philosopher
That's my middle name
These bitches see me
And they love this mane
On my face
And all I get is fucking hate
Cause I took Brian's sister on a date!
Word up Young Dan is back up in this motherfucker!

[Bridge: bryuk]
Extra! Extra! Read all about it!
Young Dan, back in town!
Locals have been reporting sightings of Young Dan
Is he back in town? More tonight at 10
Mom, when I grow up
I wanna be just like Young Dan
This is President Obama, uh
Saying, uh, Young Dan's officially back

[Verse 2: Young Dan & bryuk]
All these corny little rappers wanna masturbate to me
Until they realize that ain't the path to being me
I sucked your bitches feet cause I'm Quentin Taren-teet
I'm chilling in the bathroom popping some zits
Knocking up the beat like it's name was Bristol
I been out in the jungle but ain't been trapped in a thistle
It seemed like all of this shit was so simple
The labels been on my dick since we dropped No Pimples
Shout out to no pimples
Before that shit came out
The game was so simple
The Highlands Ranch squad
Changed and saved my life
So I don't mean disrespect
I'm just tryna take what's mine

[Verse 3: fraeiounk & HG $hellz]
It's okay Dan, there wasn't any disrespect
I don't wanna take any of your words or reject
What you say, and that's okay
We're just on the mic and we're gonna play
You heard right Young Dan's on the rise
Trying to win a million dollars off McDonald's french fries, uh
On the mic, and we're starting to play
And I don't need a Burger King to get it my way
Every day is Friday, invitations are private
On the flows, I'm a primate, but don't play mate
Don't make me sin mate, and make me an inmate
You in great, eat cake

[Verse 4: Young Dan & bryuk]
And I go hunting for fuckboys
I don't put up with that noise
And all those punk bitches deuce deuce
Hang yourselves on a noose
I'll never call a truce
My boy's name is Bruce
I'm mighty like the booche
Rap game Dr. Seuss
Might have to get the damn Lorax up in the booth
Hit him with the xanies and get that homie real loose
So he can lay back and vibe with the fucking groove
And I just like to rhyme
I talk shit all the time
But it don't really mean nothing right?
Because I don't mean disrespect I'm just tryna take what's mine
Like, Brian's sister
Chandler's sister
And every other MC's sexy sister
Uh, deuce deuce