Lyrics

[Chorus: [?]] 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 [Chorus: [?]] 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 [Chorus: [?]] 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