Hip Hop Dummy - Slaine, Bishop Lamont, Apathy

I’m too stupid to give a fuck

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 massacred Massachusetts

I captured actresses, laid it back flatter mattress than rulers

It’s an action packed so fracture backs or medullas

Ask who the bastard is that asked him to do this

And look what Affleck did when he took my ass out the sewer

Splash your doors, grab the ass of your whores

And peep the rap that I spit, I got a passion to do it

I’m irrational, I hit the gas and crash in the Buick

Drinking Captain and acting like an ass while I do it

There ain’t nothing like hip-hop music

There ain’t nothing like hip-hop dummy

There ain’t nothing like hip-hop pussy

There ain’t nothing like hip-hop money

You should know who I am at the stage of the motherfucking 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

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 boobs

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, shit '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 bitch 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 bitch quicker than Zuul, yo

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 kill

Eat through you, ether you, see through with a set of skill

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 fucking Purge

Went from Mass dealing from Cal', either style I’ll kill you pal

Meanwhile, all you rappers really fucking boring us

So me and Slaine side-by-side kill 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, bitches!