Mareko - Big Dummy lyrics

(Intro: Celph Titled) Yo, you mother f**ers know the deal This is Celph Titled, the mother f**ing mother f**er (Yo and this is Mareko, J kicking, signmo step brother) Y'all some stupid b**hes, you know that (Stupid, stupid, stupid) Or better yet, y'all some big dummies That's how we calling it (Yup, yo) (Verse 1: Mareko) Yo, there's two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics Look inside of my stove stove and see if the bread is missing Mr. Mareko that big bull-a, I'm tired, just trying to get some sleep Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker I'm uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie, I would molest Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin You are not certain, don't start speaking, last time I just put down my head Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarra**ing Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston (Chorus: Celph Titled) You big dummy, damn your fun Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly Plus your fat and you got no money Nah nah nana nah nana nah You big dummy, damn your fun Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly Plus your fat and you got no money Nah nah nana nah nana nah (Verse 2: Celph Titled) Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open Shoot first and ask questions later, that's the slogan Mother f** a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD Never smile for the press, I guess I'm hard pressed And don't like beef unless it's really charred flesh Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners When we use them, my family start eating your face up Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup Blaze up, you can't believe the way I hustle stuff 95 degrees in July I'm selling earmuffs by the cases I only dropped one single, count ‘em n***as already making The Best of Celph Titled albums Y'all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome You looking for a d**h wish, guess what, you've just found one (Chorus: Celph Titled) You big dummy, damn your fun Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly Plus your fat and you got no money Nah nah nana nah nana nah You big dummy, damn your fun Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly Plus your fat and you got no money Nah nah nana nah nana nah (Verse 3: Mareko) Mareko, two thousand and three My stories bound the beef Loaded in the bottle and it's yet to be found at the sea You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees So you clowns can see big things like P Money I'm a bad boy, me and Puffy Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies I greet the ugly face of d**h with a frown and open arms While we're both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car You can catch me at the open bar And that's for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar I'm convinced, you can do a set for free and you'll still see More spaces Donna Heckler's teeth Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule (Chorus: Celph Titled) You big dummy, damn your fun Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly Plus your fat and you got no money Nah nah nana nah nana nah You big dummy, damn your fun Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly Plus your fat and you got no money Nah nah nana nah nana nah