Don't Be Dumb

Militant
Relevant
Frivolous
Gentleman
Wid ten bitches I fingered all ten off em
Quick ten stitches I splited his melon an in weren't nuttin to do wid his melanin
Brick my bredda then spitz wiz bellin em sticks adrenaline dippers swelling an
Mischief
Bubbling
Swift an menacing
Oh my golly can't dip my bredrerin

Bredrin
That's sounds threatening very unsettling
Somebody get him some ketamine
Settle him down
And hekkle him
And I got a big face kettle all metal no bezel in
Never done banking scams embezzling
Run up on em on the main road, no peddling
Telling him
Stop being femine
Mind your business bitch stop meddling

Oops daisy better than Jay-Z
You fugazi
Didn't want gravy
Beef
Shakey
Lookin all Haiti
I demand you never try play me
Skip
The intro
If it ain't Blade B
Sip
The vimto puffin' I daydream
I decides who's winning fuck mainstream
I'm the guy
Who's running it lately

Mate
It's late, and getting all rapey
Molest the beat like Spacey
Rapping all hasty
Spitting all racy
I'm no square but they can't debase me
They can't erase me
I'm not Patrick Swayze dancing away are you crazy, fuck you pay me
All I gotta say
Get paid on the daily
I'm so wavey

Eh, wouldn't it be convenient if a nigga weren't good at it
Disobedient on the riddem I truant it
She da BBM
But her pussy still doin' it
She be in the ends but I might go ruin it
True dude you do you
You stupid cunting dumb buffoon
I come in your room an cum on a spoon
An mix that inadi juice your mother would use

Your bloody confused
And I'm unamused
You don't wanna see come through with the one two
Some sort of Kung Fu
Anything fun for you I'm gonna undo
Yeh I'm gonna sun you
Not hot cross, when I say I'm gonna bun you
Tell me one thing that I said that is untrue
Couldn't give a toss
Ain't taking no loss
I'm a boss for you dumb youths, move

Don't be dumb
'Cause you'll get spun
And it won't be fun
You'll be glum
I'm not your chum
No, I ain't the one
Got a whole lotta lip and a whole lotta tongue
But what have you done

Don't be dumb
'Cause you'll get spun
And it won't be fun
You'll be glum
I'm not your chum
No, I ain't the one
Got a whole lotta lip and a whole lotta tongue
But what have you done

It's Dylan the villain
Sicker than penicillin no cinnamon in him
I come through gung ho yeh I'm ready and willing
I've bin winning and flinging my willy in women
I said I'm gonna make a million from the beginning
Now I'm making a killing
I ain't begging or bidding
I'm just doing it big so now I give it biggun
No kidding yo Wiz come swing in the riddim

Did it when they didn't wid a brilliant written
I got a bitch all in the kitchen an she finna be smitten
An if I give her all this dickin
She be feeling a million in da mirror wid a minion a lil Brazilian
An if Billie wasn't feelin it I'm flippin to Jenny den
Ima stick it to your Mrs like my Jimmy resilient
She can eat around the meat but then the dinner need finishing
Wizzy in a lickle predicament
Wat you tellin' 'em

Jesus
That's a bloody mouthful
And I got my hands full
That's a mazza doesn't matter cause I'm gonna stand tall
Come in to your manor like a vandal
Hit 'em with the bottom of the sandal
Quicker than a flicker of a candle
Stick her with the dick and let it dangle
Picky and get a little tricky with the angles
Sticky in the inner city brewing up a scandal
Do you wanna gamble

I never seen a nigga would listen to the rambles
I been around dem killers an they difficult to handle
Don't think about the business they forever trine wrangle
Whatever to them breddas
I ain't really tryna tangle
I'm chillin wid a suttin that requests a lickle strangle
I pick her by the ankle flick her triangle
Jiggley bangles thingy was mangled
Run to her man who lives wid her now wid her now pum pum in a
Shambles

It's Dizzee and Wizzy, we get hella busy
Every time we hop on a riddim, we really hit the belly
Touch road like a Pirelli with two shellies
Somethin' ready and mi haffi intend to move heavy
Heavyweight, never debate, we never hesitate, delegate
We in the game, them man never play
Imitate all that you want, you won't elevate
Anyway, sorry, mate, you better get away
(Move)

Don't be dumb
'Cause you'll get spun
And it won't be fun
You'll be glum
I'm not your chum
No, I ain't the one
Got a whole lotta lip and a whole lotta tongue
But what have you done

Don't be dumb
'Cause you'll get spun
And it won't be fun
You'll be glum
I'm not your chum
No, I ain't the one
Got a whole lotta lip and a whole lotta tongue
But what have you done