[Verse 1: Fiphel]
See my mind is designed like the clip of a gun
Because my brain holds the bullets that I spit with my tongue
I leave you burned like my body when it sits in the sun
You can’t pick up a pun, but I can lift a whole ton
I’m pumped, six sodas, two Dews, four Coca Colas
MMA everyday, peace out to yoga
I use brute force on Yoda
Burnt down your fort, pass the mic, Shinoda
I give you your best memories, Total Rekall
I supposed I’m Moses, my flow is a sea-saw
Batman couldn’t beat me at T-Ball
You think there’s no strings attached? You’re in freefall
You can eat the cash, you know I ain’t about this
I mean it when I say, “put your money where your mouth is!”
I take you all out, don’t y’all doubt this
I’ll eat you up, like one of those plush, super soft couches
You’re like, “wait though, I’ve got a tank yo”
Well thanks, bro, for the warning but I’ve got the pistol from the first Halo!
I take you out, no mercy, no slow motion
Moving on the floor to Crazy Train, “loco-motion”
Music is a boat, it’s about to sink
We’re all gonna die, “is that really what you think?”
Baby goes “wah-wah”, Shady makes me go “ha-ha!”
Then Lady GaGa, yeah you heard me, Lady “Gaugh! Gaugh!”
When I put you in pain there isn’t any type of tylenol
That could fight the dying call inside you as your eyelids fall
For the last time, ‘cause now you’re dead
And as I lay your carcass back in bed, remember the last words I said
[Hook: Fiphel]
I’m harrier than Potter and his mother combined
Plus a hobbit and two others and his brothers plus mine
And when it come time, I’ll be spitting dumb rhymes
And you’ll be tongue tied, ‘cause I, make them punchlines
[Verse 2: AnnoyingGenious]
I’m taking Lana to Milan to sit naked in a sauna
Pass out and get head trauma, that’s the type of fun I’m fond of
Yeah, this sounds like a plan to me
But wait, I just woke up, surrounded in steam
I slipped in my shower, that was just a dream
A fantasy, what’s the hour? It’s late it seems
I try to look, but can’t see past the stream
What’s this mean? I guess I’m dirty but still “Extra Clean”!
Yup, this is where my life has gone
I’m bored, trying not to just doze off and yawn
Oh Gosh, this class is way too long
But what to do? I guess I’ll just write this song
But even this song is too slow for me
I’ll switch it up, make it a little more interesting
So imagine three fairies, bippity boppity boo!
But what can I honestly do, this flow and anomoly too
This cadence a phenomenal cue, to go really fast and put y’all last
I’m a wrecking ball in a now-mess-hall, so eat your words while I’m flying past
A concept you could NEVER grasp…
So whenever I sever your clever retort
My endeavor however to never resort
To drop to your level you devil of sorts
Forever I’ll revel with plans I will thwart
Hit the panic button you crazy manic son
The Titanic, a failed Atlantic hit and run
Lost radio static, getting traumatic you’re over and done
Shut up and can it you overemphatic son of a gun!
The fellas be jealous and getting really overzealous
Trying too hard, going too far, climbing her garden trellis
I wish I could ricochet off my future and go back
Pick a different day to face the world and just relax
But I can’t, and this thinking is hurting my head
So I’ll just hop in my bed and I’ll write from there instead
And see what comes to me when I’m overtired
This could be weird, cuz I’m pretty sure I fried my wires
But as the night moves on and my time expires
My pen grooves on, I will never retire!
This ain’t a line dance, I’ve written over, under, and between
It’s diversified, the ink once blue and red is clover-green
This clover, green, is four leafed, this pen I bring forth is never sheathed
This party’s festive so I decided to bring a wreath
But no ordinary wreath, I bring a-reth-a Franklins
All I want is some respect and Benjamins to be breaking
Crispy fresh bills, crispy? Now I want some bacon
If pigs were currency I’d be baking bacon to be banking in!
Hot and fresh, not dough, but fat I be raking in
Anyone against my plan, I’ll be breaking them
Deny that Cully’s the man? I’ll be spanking them
This ain’t a phase, but you’ll be phased when I’m done tazing and tranqing them
I’ll blast a kick to your kisser, call it mistle-toe
I won’t miss till I gristle your piss-hole so
Try to deny the truth? You’ll show your mental youth
I’ll be skying you while going mental in the booth
In my friends list, you’ll be penciled in
So I can erase yah, if you ever cross me again
Not hard to replace yah, I won’t play pretend
Cuz I have a group penned in, ready to defend
I’ll have you penned in, ready to upend
Any sissy bitch against me, not afraid to go offend
I’ll fend off any fake motherfucker in the end
Any man, woman, child, so their hearts I will not mend
Even if she’s a looker, her emotions I won’t tend to
I’ll send her booking back to her daddy, comprehend fools?!
“Dumb Rhymes!” Contain underlying
Lines to show even though they’re dumb we’re not complying
To the idiocy and the idiosyncrasy of stupidity
I’ll rap affinity, down to the core, down to the very pit of me…
[Hook]
