Fiphel - Dumb Rhymes lyrics

[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, pa** 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 carca** 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 Pa** 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 cla** 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 bu*ton 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 b**h against me, not afraid to go offend I'll fend off any fake motherf**er 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]