Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Capital Dumb, artist - Lee Scott. Date of issue: 20.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Capital Dumb |
| I keep it frozen butter soft |
| Stop rappin' and up your game in the art of fuckin' off |
| And when you’ve gone, I’ll lift me jug of |
| Quaff too much and cough |
| Then blaze a sack and take a nap |
| I don’t even leave the pad unless I’m gettin' paid to rap |
| Big dog, frying bacon, As-Salaam-Alaikum |
| Naysayers try and break him |
| Unaware Dr Scott rhymes with Satan |
| Well no it doesn’t but I’m stompin' through your village on a llama with your |
| Ma Dukes |
| Who let that from Blah loose with pyah juice? |
| Like Bishop with a Tropicana, alls these bitches want is drama |
| Luke, I am not your father |
| The cash accumulates while I’m steady killin' it at funeral pace |
| But don’t be fooled to move and lose your place |
| Charmed by the mutants human traits |
| Walk into the light, the newer you awaits |
| Same look, different caption |
| If you didn’t take a picture for Facebook, it didn’t happen |
| Now play somethin' while I BASE jump into a shallow bath |
| I hear destruction’s at the bottom of this narrow path |
| That’s the sound of their feet talkin', (keep walkin') |
| A tadpole swims into a supermassive black hole |
| An old man takes his last stroll, and he’s done |
| Argyreia nervosa, it’s gettin' colder |
| Rockin' back and forth until the Earth’s closer to the sun |
| Tippin' a toaster for a crumb |
| Writin' depressive poetry for fun |
| Glum with a smile |
| Their answer to everything is sendin' in a soldier with a gun |
| Dumb |