Dumb, Stupid, Crazy

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Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Da Brat]

Yo, I want 'em lined up

'Bout a block and a half, tryin' to get on in

My Benz shined up

With the windows down, so they can see on in

And they can watch me drive up

And it's written all over they face

They know the place about to get liver

'Cause when I enter the building I give these niggas a feeling

Like "Oh my God, is it really who I think it is?"

They 'bout to get fired up

And start sendin' me bottles before I make it to my table

Like I ain't already made reservations in V.I.P

With a couple of cases there waiting on me

I'm fly as fuck

So they start comin' at me trying to spit that game

If it's lame I'ma they Daytona Tired off

Then I gotta walk away

Cause I'm headed to the DJ booth, he drink Grey Goose

Gotta make sho' he's straight, cause he cool

He plays anything I want him to

I deserve a stiff drank or two

Look at all the bullshit I been through

Been to hell, came back

My breed rare - name Brat

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Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Twista]

Twista! Lower the drawbridge

Here come the king of vocal choreography

And I'ma be the one that gotta be

Goin' bananas when I spit it for Da Brat

I'ma never do it sloppily even though I'm a oddity

Product of insanity, vocal chemistry off of the meter

Out of another dimension when I perform

Killin off your family if they don't finish me

Full of energy, make 'em a memory soon as I get warm

Show 'em all I'm the truth

Put me in a straitjacket, because I throw up in the booth

Eyes roll up back in my head

'Finna be vivid and when I'm mental

I'm makin' a nigga not know what to do and I think

Everybody hate me! Now I'm finna murder 'em all

But what I spit so cold, it's the crazies

Watch as I get dumb, bust a verbal dum dum

Make a motherfucker run like a dog with rabies

House of a thousand corpses

Leavin' heads that be talkin' shit spattered on porches

Amityville horror, a devil's reject

Spirit of a gangbanger, ready to penetrate your fortress

Makin' sure we leave a lot of blood

Get Da Brat back down, now motherfucker, what?

So everybody show love

Or give a hug or salute when you see us in the club

We go

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Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

Dumb, stupid, crazy, spitting harder than a motherfucker

[Outro: Da Brat]

Motherfucker, motherfucker

Motherfucker, motherfucker