Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Dummy, artist - Slaine. Album song The Black Lodge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Version
Song language: English
Hip Hop Dummy |
I’m too stupid to give a fuck |
In a coupe or a tinted truck |
With a nuclear bazooka |
I’m puking the venom up |
When your future is a nuisance |
You tired of the nooses |
Gruesome how I grew up |
Screw up, violent, abusive |
Defining music, trying |
It’s a hallucinogen, Lucifer moved into the building |
My music’s ruthless, yeah I just have to do this |
A blasted blasting the tune as I massacred Massachusetts |
I captured actresses, laid it back flatter mattress than rulers |
It’s an action packed so fracture backs or medullas |
Ask who the bastard is that asked him to do this |
And look what Affleck did when he took my ass out the sewer |
Splash your doors, grab the ass of your whores |
And peep the rap that I spit, I got a passion to do it |
I’m irrational, I hit the gas and crash in the Buick |
Drinking Captain and acting like an ass while I do it |
There ain’t nothing like hip-hop music |
There ain’t nothing like hip-hop dummy |
There ain’t nothing like hip-hop pussy |
There ain’t nothing like hip-hop money |
You should know who I am at the stage of the motherfucking game, yup! |
In his rib cage is the rage of a razor, raised with dysplasia |
Hold on to your gauge or be afraid of your neighbor |
There ain’t nothing like hip-hop, stupid |
Was raised in the sewage and putrid bodily fluids |
I grew into a mutant like Turtles in Mutagen Ooze |
I mutilate crews, leaving stupid humans confused |
You’re at home wearing tutus, jerking to Blue’s Clues |
While I’m on a booze cruise feeling up huge boobs |
I been in a few feuds, and murdered a few dudes |
I’m popping a few ludes to listen to Rude Jude |
I keep a TEC in the trunk, I listen to Juju |
I’m miserable rapping, practicing mystical voodoo |
These rappers is chewed food, I treat 'em like crude fuel |
Old-school, new-school, shit 'em like loose stool |
Got loose screws waving a deuce deuce on YouTube |
Rap while I’m two moves from solving a rubix cube |
Leave your bitch covered in the pool of pubics and lube |
Puking up spooge with both eyelids glued |
Never get it misconstrued, I be pissing missile fuel |
Mr. Cool get up in your bitch quicker than Zuul, yo |
Okay, raise your hands if you wanna die tonight |
I have Jim Jones' punch, and bullets for the whole family! |
Currently I’m turbulently ill |
Controlling your metastasis |
Rappers all cancer patients in stage 4 I kill |
Eat through you, ether you, see through with a set of skill |
Window sweeping your feet from beneath you like a ninja will |
Call me motions equal Ezekiel’s will |
Repo souls, the weasels turn you pit bulls into beagles squeal |
Hide inside this homicide when we emerge |
Sadomasochistic get masked with axes lurking like the fucking Purge |
Went from Mass dealing from Cal', either style I’ll kill you pal |
Meanwhile, all you rappers really fucking boring us |
So me and Slaine side-by-side kill like Ikari Warriors |
Reminiscing from a distance that I could destroy you in an instant |
Ra’s Al Ghul, a ghoul, street mystic |
Real hip hop rock since I was an infant |
Lif was golden era so now I really miss it |
That’s why there ain’t nothing like this hip-hop music, bitches! |