Illinformed - Capital Dumb lyrics

Alright mate I keep it frozen bu*ter soft Stop rappin' and up your game in the art of f**in' off And when you've gone, I'll lift me jug of [?Loft?] Quaff too much and cough Then blaze a sack and take a nap I don't even leave the pad unless I'm gettin' pad to rap Big dog, frying bacon, As-Salaam-Alaikum Naysayers try and break him Unaware Dr Scott rhymes with Satan Well no it doesn't but I'm stompin' through your village on a llama with your Ma Dukes Who let that [?] from Blah loose with pyah juice? Like Bishop with a Tropicana, alls these b**hes want is drama Luke, I am not your father [?] The cash accumulates while I'm steady k**in' it at funeral pace But don't be fooled to move and lose your place Charmed by the mutants human traits Walk into the light, the newer you awaits Same look, different caption If you didn't take a picture for Facebook, it didn't happen Now play somethin' while I BASE jump into a shallow bath I hear destruction's at the bottom of this narrow path That's the sound of their feet talkin', (keep walkin') A tadpole swims into a superma**ive black hole An old man takes his last stroll, and he's done [?] its gettin' colder Rockin' back and forth until the Earth's closer to the sun Tippin' a toaster for a crumb Writin' depressive poetry for fun Glum with a smile Their answer to everything is sendin' in a soldier with a gun Dumb