Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Dummy (feat. Mareko), artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Big Dummy (feat. Mareko) |
Or better yet, y’all some big dummies |
That’s how we calling it |
(Yup, yo) |
(1: Mareko) |
Yo, there’s two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list |
But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits |
Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics |
Look inside of my stove, see if the bread is missing |
Mr. Mareko that big bull-a, I’m tired, just trying to get some sleep |
Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher |
I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker |
I’m uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie, |
I would molest |
Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose |
He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin |
You are not certain, don’t start speaking, last time I just put down my head |
Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarrassing |
Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston |
(Celph Titled) |
You big dummy, damn your fun |
Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
Plus your fat and you got no money |
Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
You big dummy, damn your fun |
Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
Plus your fat and you got no money |
Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
(2: Celph Titled) |
Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open |
Shoot first and ask questions later, that’s the slogan |
Mother fuck a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties |
Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD |
Never smile for the press, I guess I’m hard pressed |
And don’t like beef unless it’s really charred flesh |
Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners |
My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners |
When we use them, my family start eating your face up |
Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup |
Blaze up, you can’t believe the way I hustle stuff |
95 degrees in July I’m selling earmuffs by the cases |
I only dropped one single, count 'em |
Niggas already making The Best of Celph Titled albums |
Y’all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome |
You looking for a death wish, guess what, you’ve just found one |
(Celph Titled) |
You big dummy, damn your fun |
Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
Plus your fat and you got no money |
Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
You big dummy, damn your fun |
Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
Plus your fat and you got no money |
Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
(3: Mareko) |
Mareko, two thousand and three |
My stories bound the beef |
Loaded in the bottle and it’s yet to be found at the sea |
You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees |
So you clowns can see big things like P Money |
I’m a bad boy, me and Puffy |
Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies |
I greet the ugly face of death with a frown and open arms |
While we’re both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car |
You can catch me at the open bar |
And that’s for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar |
I’m convinced, you can do a set for free and you’ll still see |
More spaces Donna Heckler’s teeth |
Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom |
My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule |
Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom |
My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule |
(Celph Titled) |
You big dummy, damn your fun |
Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
Plus your fat and you got no money |
Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
You big dummy, damn your fun |
Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly |
Plus your fat and you got no money |
Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
Enjoy |
Heavy Gunz for Life |
Keep it real. |
Greets Mr Whizzler |