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lirik lagu dummy – bknitts

verse 1:

talking bout bknitts, that’s an easy way to get your sh-t damaged
the sick bandit, ego trip crashing, ship captain
find me drilling practically for free just like i’m hispanic
the flow money, so dummy like i’m brick tamland

i love lamp i love carpet (wait wait) i got this i got this
man i been gone for so long y’all sp-cing forgot how i rock it
these critics all on my crotch it’s a f-cking nuisance, a nonsense
they really ought to hop off it instead of talking in comments

sit back and watch how i top it, toppling bloggers and tweeters
topical swami with heaters ready to gnaw through your speakers
you talking awfully mean i bet that’ll flop when i see you
eager to off you with ether before an officer meets you

often i’m raw with the meter, cadences giving diseases
lately i’m spitting the meanest wait no, that’s since i been bknitts
no one as gifted as he is with all these frickin releases
so please refrain from the hating and kiss the tip of my p-n-s

hook:

i’m a dummy
it’s a threat to my wellness
the flow so stupid man i think it need a helmet
i’m a dummy
man these other rappers ain’t threats
bucking on a track until a motherf-cker brain dead
i’m a dummy
i just thought i’d better warn ya
riding on a beat while i be bouncing on the short bus
i’m a dummy
body beats like a monkey
sorry not sorry i’m a mothaf-ckin dummy

verse 2:

and imma keep on rapping til that fat b-tch has her last hit and she can’t sing
and the only standing action is to latch her in a casket
this is madness. wait no f-ck it this is sparta
my foots a feudal baron with a quill and your chest is the magna carta

start a threat to every lame and critic, if they want it they can get it
staying off of k.k. and rusk in the bay to be specific
so come and pay a visit. f-ck em
i ain’t running, ditching. f-ck em
i ain’t ducking, flinching
keep it real, no subtle disses

i drop a verse and get em shaking in their under-britches
just the genie of death, and i’m here to grant a couple wishes
so what’s the business talking sh-t without a written track?
you couldn’t spit a verse like this if you were chugging ipecac

bknitts making meals, you’re faking deals and barely something good
i’m spitting h-lla real yet somehow i am rarely understood
so what’s the point of trying hard and actin how i f-cking should?
jesus take the wheel i’m getting brain from carrie underwood

hook:

- bknitts

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