Dumb lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh wow, it's me, how you like me now?
Yeah I'm still on the scene, and you don't know how
Blah, blah, blah, blabber, bragger, bold ceremony master, chains snatcher, thug rapper
Frank Sinatra Ratpacker, not the Rawkus backpacker
I'm back at you like "don't they know I'm the wrong dude to f*ck with?"
I'm the dude all the rappers had bad luck with
In fact f*ck bad luck, they all hate my guts
Cause they sell more records, but I f*ck more sl*ts
Now let's get off that topic, let's see who the most obnoxious is
Who rocks sh*t, who got it locked, sh*ts stopping
I'm rap's all time infamous underdog
Are you still p*ssed that I f*cked your board?
Are you still p*ssed that we f*cked that whore?
Would you call the cops if I bust your jaw?
Suburban, I get diggey-dumb
The history of rap, white boy, name one better that's not warned
I get dumb

[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
Oh yes yes, it's true, I'm back with more sh*t
Everytime I record sh*t
It's some get butt-naked f*cking-your-whore-sh*t
Thought I lost it, cause I signed to a label and got kicked off it?
VH1 will never do my behind the scenes
Cause it's way too explicit for your TV screens
I'm like "Can we please talk about me a little more?"
And why I don't sell out and I stay hardcore
And why I never did a video for TVs
And never bought a beat for more than 3 G's
And never put an album out, not one year
I don't give a f*ck about my career
Yeah, people talk about me like they know my ass
But where the f*ck was you when I had no cash?
Oh wait, I forgot, I still don't got none
Hope my album gon' blow up, if I ever drop one
I'm allergic to worship, perfect
You can hurt quicker than Trevor Burbick hurted
Ice Cube, Daddy Kane, Hollywood burning
b*tch scream when the di*k's inserted, remember where you heard it
I get dumb

[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
Yes yes y'all, y'all know the Rugged Man is the best ya'll
Top 5 lyricist, no less ya'll
Funky fresh ya'll, I be the D-I-double B-S y'all
Wondering where handicapped Rugged Man be at?
They like "Ain't he fell off?"
"Oh no, he can't be back"
So you're like "Yeah right he did that? No, he didn't, did he?"
"You heard that Mr. Cee best of Biggie?"
"Yeah, that kid he's a real sicky"
B-U-B, R-U-G, we like Doug Fresh, Slick Ricky
Bon-stickity-bon-hon, gon' c*ck-riggedy-run
Ask Das, I get diggedy dumb

[Hook]
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