Dumb High

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 There'll never be a better cracker rapper for a lack of better words
 Batter up, I'm bad as fuck, fuck a battle, y'all are nerds
 Nerf balls in the Super Bowl, absolutely absurd
 Serve rappers like soup bowls with skulls for dessert
 Surfs up, you'll certainly get sunk
 Drive your whip off a pier with you tied up in the trunk
 This is truck music, ask your girlfriend cause we fuck to it
 Inside a SUV I'll set you free
 Rip your soul out your body, I'mma let you see
 The cosmos, God's close, turn your flesh into compost
 I'm confident, dick big as the Washington Monument
 I'm grimy as fuck but still walk amongst the opulent
 Abandon ship, rip your spirit out then I'll banish it
 Then channel it with ancient manuscripts and amulets
 Come from willimantic kids are speakin' that Spanish shit
 Don't throw me on the beat if you don't want me to damage it
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 I'm on some other shit now, just for the fuck of it
 I get down like Chris Brown do, but Mo' cut a bitch
 My money grows on trees, a dow farmer
 Out for presidents to represent me nigga, like Shawn Carter
 I say my rhymes sorta like a suicide bomber
 With marijuana, leave your city smokin' like Osama
 The Demigodfather here to settle problems and beef
 All my utensils is metal nigga, I'm starvin', let's eat
 Handle the job for any faggots thinkin' Godz is sweet
 The Prodigy that bring Havoc when D.R.'s Mobb Deep
 It's Hell On Earth if I don't cake up much quicker
 The kid can't function with no paper, like a printer
 Like Ninja Turtles with no Splinter
 Strippers with no tippers
 Hip hop with no niggas (Yeah right)
 I got a motherfuckin' plan to get it crackin' fam
 Have you held up and stuck like a traffic jam
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 Where your bars at?
 We don't horse around
 This ain't for all that
 You could get tortured now
 You ain't killin' the game, your Escalades are four cylinder
 I'm a super villain spittin' villainous slang
 The Dillinger bang or was it my voice? My weapon of choice
 Blogs taint my links like they stealin' my chain
 You ain't the master but I'm willin' to train
 Fuck a rapper turned singer, dog I'm feelin' no pain
 Got my body on earth and my brain on the moon
 I'm in two places at once like MF Doom
 Ha
 Get ya lifted like cannabis sativa
 Lyrically foot loose like Canibus in Teva's
 Haha
 It's unanimously Ether like when QB's speak on the Jay/Nas beef
 You cop Haggar briefs at TJ Max and Chaps
 I don't fuck with that, I'm Polo strapped
 I don't know you dawg, so no more dap
 We the best alive, you couldn't get this fly with Miyagi, chopsticks, and pesticide
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 "You tell him I'm coming and Hell's coming with me you hear?! Hell's coming with me!"
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 Man listen
 I'mma show you what you've been missin'
 I spit with conviction like rap's my religion
 Smash up your set then I'll bail like I'm Christian
 Too late for you to escape with Snake Plissken
 A man on a mission, man on a wire
 I'm Denzel bringin' you hell, Man on Fire
 This shit is gettin' old so I plan to retire
 But plans often change, now my name's on your flyer
 The innovator, old school Demigodz originator
 Stay fresh, keep my notebooks in the refrigerator
 Dictionary dictator, sorta like a waiter
 The way I serve emcee's will make you wanna tip me later
 No need for the gratuity
 I'm tearin' that ass up, I never pass up the opportunity
 To take your shit talk and flush it
 I'm no joke
 Boy ya shoulda known by now, Meezy does it
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 Outside my house is investigators
 So I invest in gators to rip the chest of a perpetrator
 Plus the K-9 squad of German Sheppards and Rotts
 And when they catch you they gon' show you what Heaven is not
 I'm a man of mystery
 Put them grams on the triple beam, 50 grand when I spit my speech
 (Ain't shit to me)
 No serial on my gun I got tricks up my sleeve
 Frosted Flakes on my blow, Lucky Charms in my weed
 Ridiculous but inconspicuous
 Crime computers has my name with 'dangerous' in parenthesis
 I burst a gasket
 I'm off the hinges
 These are syringes filled with criminal vengeance
 I get the doe
 I got the props
 Sniper on speed dial, I call the shots
 Alert the marshals, the Feds, yeah the policemen too
 Just know if faggots didn't exist then neither would you
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
1
Tempo
91 BPM

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