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lirik lagu dumbitch – sir mike tallon, phd

[intro: clint eastwood]
this is a .44 magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world
and it could blow your head clean off
do you feel lucky?

[verse 1]
yo
that chit chat chatter is all the chirin’s chapter
novelties, lips get chipped chapper and rip faster
a sick b-st-rd who sips gl-sses and gets plastered
with his cl-ss of riff raffers, a sl!ck -ss
so hit the gas and slip p-ss the coppers, pig f-gs
probably sucking d-ck with his b-tch -ss partner
you’re slow life, i live life faster, you have no life
to live after i roast like the kid masters
strobe lights can’t get rather so much light that gets gathered
when i shone so bright, they get shattered
this kid shatted his black dockers listening to pizzazz
we in the bizn-ss call you a “kiss -ss”, partner
no respect and no home in the rolodex, so go home
and get stabbed in your solar plex, you’re a mismatch
for an enormous set of t-ts fatter than the shortest pr-ck
me, i love a big -ss that gets fatter
no gringas whose gets flatter when she gets past a flower
and lives as a soccer mom who sucks my c-ck so long
she gets splashed and showered and carpet bombed
her thin -ss is powder. false alarm! boring chick
f-ck-athon, i’m f-cking grown, no comic con
uh huh huh… zit–ssed octagons cower
to the comic-drawn, ordained and given superpowers
to get more brain from women than a gossip column

[hook]
you don’t want to f-ck with me cause
i will f-ck you up, you dumb b-tch
you (no, you)
don’t want to f-ck (don’t want to f-ck)
with me cause i (with him cause i)
will f-ck you up, (will f-ck you up) you dumb b-tch

[verse 2]
yo
i’m a ticking time-bomb
that’ll make you stutter like, “i’m a–i’m a–i’m a
in a situation sticky like aunt jemima’s”
like summer when the climate climbs up
rhymes unfairly paying like crime does
playing grime rust, praying lime suds faded
prime’s a time to mime up and fake it
payment in a dime un-stead of a diamond
kaya man hope you die, mon
break your girl’s hymen before you had time to
check the time, mic check, one time one time
wreck the set in time to get my check on time
my diabolical scheming ways theming weighs
on maniacal thinking that deviates but viable
vibe via phone, fry a microphone, reapply
your recyclable style that’s so vile, make the devil buy a bible
spiral in a cyclone for a wild psycho
to psyche out missile heat-seeking seeking me
me, spinning a million miles a hour
seemingly cheat thinking of man-made power
wowzer! i had the whole landscape scoured
to my hand shaped outward, so what can man make fouler
than military -rs-nal that can’t follow
the hottest model molded as a art form for arsons?

[hook]

[verse 3]
well, in a nutsh-ll, in one minute she’ll make me nut
sh-ll out the -rg-sm train, my helmet well out
my levi’s jeans, a-ten-hut! everyone stand attention
i demand a high demand of hydro plants
i took my pen to the pad, started scribblin’
carved and written in infinite rhymes when said that attract
the deaf to my raps to comment, step in wet cement
and impress when you mash to establish you star’s signature
my art’s wizardrous, hardly address the cl-ss
and share with everyone the secrets that i’m whisperin’
they’ll more likely bite me. let’s check the facts
your set’s so wack and almost requests a laugh to start snickerin’
breathe out this metal flask then cough into it
smoking chronic-influenced music mixed with ghetto slang
burn and bubble on errbody’s arm skin on them
the armor’s thin on them and hardly harming little men
when it comes to delivery, some invincibility
from this ability of invisibility
on the forefront of a visionary from the south
don’t get it twisted, i’m not cousins with hillbillies
i k!ll sillies off and w-lly-nilly often
but really k!lling them softly with this verse really quickly
after i lure them, then take their girlfriend
to my room and start spilling jelly all over their skinny belly

[hook]

- sir mike tallon phd

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