Dum Diddy Dum

(álbum: The White Man Is The Devil Vol.1 - 2005)

Yo I'm so fucking hungry I swallow my own lungies
I'm sick enough to bridge dive, falling with no bungee
They tried to sponge me 'cause I was only grungy
With .45 Colts in my room like Tony Dungy
But I ain't a player like Peyton Manning
I'm a mental patient pacing and I'm hearing Satan chanting in my basement
Chasing Jaysaun, Edo
Come on, put these metal tapes on in the ghetto
Hello, world, I hope you're ready for the special team
.38 Special tucked, nestled in the jeans
Swinging fucking bats like Cecil in his preem
Prime I mean, damn, rhymes running out of steam
Let's switch the pitches, x hits and pearl necklaces on missus
Mistresses whose lips is jizz is missing
Stuck in the kitchen, she doing Fizz Wiz minus the Fizz, so kids listen
So flexible, it's like she got ribs missing
On a thing-thing licking, she's no spring chicken
A size-queen bitch who want a Yao Ming stick in
For now, bitch, you just get a thick six inches
I got a sixth sense that's slick, sick, and demented
So hopefully it's quick, I can quit mixing cement with
Water and sand, water, and laying the brick
'Cause waking up at 6 A.M. is a pain in the prick
I'm amazing with this blazing all the haze in a spliff
Back up, motherfucker, when I'm raising the Smith & Wesson
No testing the gun, I was destined to come
Every second I'm breathing all the breath in my lung
I'm infecting the drum with consecutive 1-2s
Fuck the metal detectors 'cause the weapons that come through
Are undetected, they shoulda spun the record
But the audience was too fucking dumb to check it (It goes)

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If you motherfuckers from the city I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
This type of shit, it happens every day

Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
If you motherfuckers from the city I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty datty day
This type of shit, it happens every day

Yo, I keep repping Boston, you keep stepping
My money is low but a fork is a cheap weapon
And I'll put four holes in your neck in three seconds
Ready for beef-wrecking, we have a Sharif check-in
They won't take me, my bones achy
I'ma make you and that microphone shaky, but don't make me
Catch a violation and start my annihilation
Hungry like an entire nation of tired Haitians
Determination, a liar's patience
Step into my cage, I'm a lion pacing
Got the desperation of a dying patient
I am waiting for motherfucking Iron Maiden
I am made in America but I'm Boston's finest
The rest of the rappers around here, they're just getting lost behind this
I think I crossed the line this time, I hope so
I ain't a star, I'm just stuck in this fucking dope show