SnipeZ - Dumb It Down lyrics

Intro: Yea, S ta the got damn! Uhm, I know a lot of the times y'all can't understand me cause of my vocabulary and whatnot so I figured if I dumb it down, maybe y'all would listen ... Hold Up! X6 Verse One: Hold up, nah f** that! Let me give 'em a rhythm that'll make em bust back Trust that I'ma pick em up and leave em where the dust at I'ma crush facts, have em asking whats that huh?! Oh, you don't know? sorry Skinny jeans got you acting retarded Bad b**hes all up on your harley Fro hawks make you feeling all gnarly, hardly Are you holding any sk** Cause none of y'all are spitting ill' Just rapping about some pills Got strippers in some heels Hey! there's a million songs about all that So why not make another Make a video, with some little hoes and throw some dough tearing the club up, WHATS UP?! Nothing! The music you makes disgusting! You all the same gimmicks that you claiming that you isnt And you fishing in the same bucket! Somethings gotta give sh** I gotta make a hit So I dumbed it on down and I rhymed my nouns And now it sounds like this! Hook: X2 See I could dumb it down, or I could smart it up Say I love my town, we all fitted as f** Got bottles all around, we running this club But I ain't like you clowns, my sounds much different huh?! Verse Two: Secret way of acting gay Yea that's swag dawg In ya big Vans and ya skinny a** pants Cutting circulation to your balls Pause! Let's talk about money Hustle everyday even Sunday Ain't it funny that some days you think your a baller in your awkward gla**es when you hit the mall WRONG! What's your malfunction? Down syndrome or something? Slurring your words in verses On purpose has got us all wondering Were you dropped on your head Or your dreads to tight instead Cause if Pac was alive He would write like I and strive to have your careers end Send this to the new school I had to dumb it down to get to you fools Cause if I rhyme multiple syllables, they wouldn't feel the flow Really though their mentality is too screwed! Boo Hoo! Cry some more Tuck ya dick in ya a** and grab a who*e That's swag for sure, I'ma bag ya corpse Now dance that a** to the chorus! Hook: X2 See I could dumb it down, or I could smart it up Say I love my town, we all fitted as f** Got bottles all around, we running this club But I ain't like you clowns, my sounds much different huh?! Verse Three: So you the best to ever do it Swagger on a million Sell d** like all the cool kids Stacking money to the ceiling You pilling out stupid Kush got you now feeling That you are the coolest On top of the realist, hold up! NO! You never were and you never will be You amateur rappers asking for an a** kicking thinking that you k** beats Still speak gucci and Luis Vuitton in all your songs And how you f**ing b**hes in whips that are sitting on 30 inch rims With TV's in the dash But you can't afford rent And have no money for gas! Act like I'm lying I'm dying to hear you son But first get all ya goons and load all of ya guns cause! Hook: X2 See I could dumb it down, or I could smart it up Say I love my town, we all fitted as f** Got bottles all around, we running this club But I ain't like you clowns, my sounds much different huh?! Outro: Yea, so now that I turned my swag on a hundred million thousand, plus one whatever you say Maybe you'll listen, I doubt it though Its a'ight, f** yall!