Big Dummy (feat. Mareko) - Celph Titled

Or better yet, y’all some big dummies

That’s how we calling it

(Yup, yo)

(1: Mareko)

Yo, there’s two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list

But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits

Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics

Look inside of my stove, see if the bread is missing

Mr. Mareko that big bull-a, I’m tired, just trying to get some sleep

Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher

I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker

I’m uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie,

I would molest

Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose

He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin

You are not certain, don’t start speaking, last time I just put down my head

Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarrassing

Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston

(Celph Titled)

You big dummy, damn your fun

Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly

Plus your fat and you got no money

Nah nah nana nah nana nah

You big dummy, damn your fun

Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly

Plus your fat and you got no money

Nah nah nana nah nana nah

(2: Celph Titled)

Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open

Shoot first and ask questions later, that’s the slogan

Mother fuck a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties

Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD

Never smile for the press, I guess I’m hard pressed

And don’t like beef unless it’s really charred flesh

Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners

My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners

When we use them, my family start eating your face up

Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup

Blaze up, you can’t believe the way I hustle stuff

95 degrees in July I’m selling earmuffs by the cases

I only dropped one single, count 'em

Niggas already making The Best of Celph Titled albums

Y’all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome

You looking for a death wish, guess what, you’ve just found one

(Celph Titled)

You big dummy, damn your fun

Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly

Plus your fat and you got no money

Nah nah nana nah nana nah

You big dummy, damn your fun

Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly

Plus your fat and you got no money

Nah nah nana nah nana nah

(3: Mareko)

Mareko, two thousand and three

My stories bound the beef

Loaded in the bottle and it’s yet to be found at the sea

You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees

So you clowns can see big things like P Money

I’m a bad boy, me and Puffy

Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies

I greet the ugly face of death with a frown and open arms

While we’re both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car

You can catch me at the open bar

And that’s for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar

I’m convinced, you can do a set for free and you’ll still see

More spaces Donna Heckler’s teeth

Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom

My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule

Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom

My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule

(Celph Titled)

You big dummy, damn your fun

Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly

Plus your fat and you got no money

Nah nah nana nah nana nah

You big dummy, damn your fun

Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly

Plus your fat and you got no money

Nah nah nana nah nana nah

Enjoy

Heavy Gunz for Life

Keep it real.

Greets Mr Whizzler