Bishop Lamont - Hip Hop Dummy lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] I'm too stupid to give a f** 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 ma**acred Ma**achusetts I captured actresses, laid it back flatter mattress than rulers It's an action packed [?] so fracture backs or medullas Ask who the ba*tard is that asked him to do this And look what Affleck did when he took my a** out the sewer Splash your doors, grab the a** of your who*es And peep the rap that I spit, I got a pa**ion to do it I'm irrational, I hit the gas and crash in the Buick Drinking Captain and acting like an a** while I do it [Hook: Slaine] There ain't nothing like hip-hop music There ain't nothing like hip-hop dummy There ain't nothing like hip-hop p**y There ain't nothing like hip-hop money You should know who I am at the stage of the motherf**ing 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 [Verse 2: Apathy] 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 b**bs 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, sh** '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 b**h 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 b**h quicker than Zuul, yo [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] 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 k** Eat through you, ether you, see through with a set of sk** 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 f**ing Purge Went from Ma** dealing from Cal', either style I'll k** you pal Meanwhile, all you rappers really f**ing boring us So me and Slaine side-by-side k** 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, b**hes! [Hook]