Dumb

[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 fuck with?"
I'm the dude all the rappers had bad luck with
In fact fuck bad luck, they all hate my guts
Cause they sell more records, but I fuck more sluts
Now let's get off that topic, let's see who the most obnoxious is
Who rocks shit, who got it locked, shits stopping
I'm rap's all time infamous underdog
Are you still pissed that I fucked your board?
Are you still pissed that we fucked 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]
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
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Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb

[Verse 2]
Oh yes yes, it's true, I'm back with more shit
Everytime I record shit
It's some get butt-naked fucking-your-whore-shit
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 fuck about my career
Yeah, people talk about me like they know my ass
But where the fuck 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
Bitch scream when the dick's inserted, remember where you heard it
I get dumb

[Hook]
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb

[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' cock-riggedy-run
Ask Das, I get diggedy dumb

[Hook]
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb
Dumb, du-du-dumb, du-dumb, dumb