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