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The Dumbest The Dumbest
The Dumbest The Dumbest
Still straight shittin on you bad average rappers that I don't like a lot most of the time YEEAH
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Fuck a famous person in particular, slicker than piss n vinegar
I ain't stoppin till Todd McFarlane make me in miniature
Image me doin my thing, cooler than bling
Too foolish to sing, try me in my dynasty ruler than Ming
Moola to bring back to baby the nice nikes
Man left dead in his track, feelin lifelike
Carbon nano copy, no jargon slammin sloppily
Walk with me kid, get quick, or leave a mockery
Hoppin outta circle, no duck
Yo I kick it in the field now I'm tryna run amuck, honey give it up
Slow, smooth, that's how it go dude
Old school tools for the goal, let a soul through
Cool, ice-block, rockin like its Santa here
Hangin from a chandelier, scalps are near the bandolier
Fanta, you can have a beer and banter with the master, peer
Fuck a class of (year), dare to hear and share the atmosphere
Throw a dart up on the map, imma get there
Appear out of thin air, mist(er) let a miss stare
And fare a hysterical parable to school ya good
I done did it, don't get it twisted like a hula would
Yo I knew you would, yo you knew what's good
yallreadyknowwhatsupidon'tevenneedtotellyouaboutit
{"Hook" as in Captain}:
Ay, and you know wassup
S.Y.K., we-ain't-even-give-a fuck
Ay, and you know wasgood
Yo we drop that dope and its understood
(x2)
Beast to the west, finna feast on the flesh
Of the sucker MCs we defeat with a jest
Speak with the best flow, cheap as a check, yo
Leavin all you people gettin deep as a wreck (GO)
Liver than the livin dead, pike up in a pickled head
Hype it loud as minarets, psychin out my vision quest
Pose yo query: no sabe how we rockin?
...yo, we fuckin dope, no problem
Ay, and you know wassup
(West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off)
Ay, and you know wasgood
(West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off)
Yall, ready, know wassup
(West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off)
And you also already know what's good
(West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off)
Meddle in and dabble in elaborate effects n,
Settle in, saddle up, send the cattle vision questin'
Answer the question, the man or the method
Sicker than the livin and dead, half dissection
Stash cash collected, what's asked unaddressed n,
Laugh at your threatenin and bask in my freshness
Have to accept whether acid or mescaline
Practically headless Nick-of-time, mind pregnant
Brain chi(ld)ren, runnin out my mouth
Terry Gilliam, willin to kill it, bring it down now
Big Foot, Big Foot, born blurry
Trippin in my mind life that I put up in my pipe
Smokin hot, barbe-queue me to drop
In lieu of the Thrift Cock, be doin the hip hop
Provin we is not, what usually yall rock
With fluency mid-thoughts, unruly the kid's got that
Dope shit, you don't fuck wit
I son whole cliques with that dumb spit, that
Dope shit, you don't fuck wit
I son whole cliques with that dumb spit
(goinout to those people and that person as well as others idk breh)
(love heart mountain buddy sky grasp heaven grasp)
(S Y K, weaunevengiafuqq, peace!)
(idon'tthinkitgudbut)
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