Slaine - Hip Hop Dummy (feat. Bishop Lamont & Apathy) Lyrics

I'm too stupid to give a fuckIn a coupe or a tinted truckWith a nuclear bazookaI'm puking the venom upWhen your future is a nuisanceYou tired of nuisancesGruesome how I grew upScrew up of how I abuseDefined music, I ain't want it to cost meLike a hallucinogen, Lucifer moved it to the buildingMy music's too ruthless, yeah I just have to do thisBlasting and blasting a tool ofMassacring of MassachusettsCaption that, back flattedThat's who the bastard is who asked him to do thisLook what Afleck did when he took my ass out the sewerSplash your doors, grab the ass of your whoresKeep the rap that I spit, I got a passion to do itI'm irrational, I hit the gas and crash in the BuickDrinking Captain and acting like an ass while I do itThere ain't nothing like hip-hop musicThere ain't nothing like hip-hop dummyThere ain't nothing like hip-hop pussyThere ain't nothing like hip-hop moneyYou should know who I am at the stage of the motherfucking game, yup!In his rib cage is the rage of a razor, brazed with dysplasiaHold on to your cage and be afraid of your neighborThere ain't nothing like hip-hop, stupidWas raised in the sewage and putrid bodily fluidsI grew into a mutant like Turtles in Mutagen OozeI mutilate crews, leaving stupid humans confusedYou're at home wearing tutus, jerking to Blue's CluesWhile I'm on a booze cruise feeling up huge boobsI been in a few feuds, and murdered a few dudesI'm popping a few ludes, and listen to Rude JudeI keep a TEC in the trunk, I listen to JujuI'm miserable rapping, practicing mystical voodooThese rappers is chewed food, I treat 'em like crude fuelOld-school, new-school, shit 'em like loose stoolGot loose screws waving a deuce deuce on YouTubeRap while I'm two moves from solving a rubix cubeLeave your bitch covered in the pool of pubics and lubePuking up spooge with both eyelids gluedNever get it misconstrued, I be pissing missile fuelMr. Cool get up in your bitch quicker than Zuul, yeah!There ain't nothing like hip-hop musicThere ain't nothing like hip-hop dummyThere ain't nothing like hip-hop pussyThere ain't nothing like hip-hop moneyYou should know who I am at the stage of the motherfucking game, yup!In his rib cage is the rage of a razor, brazed with dysplasiaHold on to your cage and be afraid of your neighborOkay, raise your hands if you wanna die tonightI have Jim Jones, punch, and bullets for the whole family!Currently I'm turbulently illControlling your mind of statesSince rappers all cancer patients on stage before I killEther eat through you see through with a set of skillWhen they sweeping your feet from beneath you like a ninja willCall me too lethal, motion sickness, equal as EzekielRepo souls, turn you pitbulls into beagles squealHide inside this homicide, when we emergeSadomasochistic, masked with axes looking like the fucking PurgeWent from master to cow, either style I'll kill you palMeanwhile, all you rappers really fucking ruin usSo me and Slaine side-by-side killing like Korean warriorsReminiscing from a distance that I could destroy you in an instantFlys, let go in street mystic, real hip hop rock since I was an infantLift was gone through Arizona now I really miss itThat's why there ain't nothing like this hip-hop music, bitches!There ain't nothing like hip-hop musicThere ain't nothing like hip-hop dummyThere ain't nothing like hip-hop pussyThere ain't nothing like hip-hop moneyYou should know who I am at the stage of the motherfucking game, yup!In his rib cage is the rage of a razor, brazed with dysplasiaHold on to your cage and be afraid of your neighbor