Hip Hop Dummy

[Verse 1: Slaine] 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 [Hook: Slaine] 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 [Verse 2: Apathy] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] 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! [Hook]