Dayne Wade - Umma Lyrics

I dont know where I stand
And my knees are f*ckin weak
Im a boss
Im a god
Somebody help me

Im cuttin on the throat
All this talk is f*ckin cheap.
Cuttin down the price
Bands on they f*ckin knees.

Umma, umma, umma, umma

Yuh

Im a creep
Weep deep
Lay in ashes
Im a fien
Nix in my mind
Ciggie burn lobotomy

Isolated i'm a freak
They demonstrate they jealousy
Von Dutch trucker
All this cap is what they speak

She smell like juicy couture suck my dick just for the culture, yeah
Now she bending over Hayley Davies with most, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Imma spin it
Your bae like how I rip it
Touching on my blade
Heavy static pimpin

Quit the bitching

All these f*ckin years I've had to numb it down
If you wanna play the clown come and buss it now
Tricky tragic got the magic i'mma tear it down

Tear it down,
Tear it down,
Tear it down,
Aye, yuh.

Im not given sympathy
Pity party
Dont you talk to me

Watch the way I walk
What am I?
And who is he?

Am I a freak?
Whats happening?
Lysergic stomach acid
Stack the paper in my teeth
Praying for the day they try to make me bleed

I dont know where I stand
And my knees are f*ckin weak
Im a boss
Im a god
Somebody help me

Im cuttin on the throat
All this talk is f*ckin cheap.
Cuttin down the price
Bands on they f*ckin knees

Umma, umma, umma, umma

Yuh

Look what you did to me
Couldn't stand it had to medicate socially
Antisocial and absurd
I'm actin up at the cemetery
All I need is one word
Then im flowing with a nosebleed

Lets get deep
All these people addicted to the energy
Tricky come
As Tricky goes
Eectric in my city

Feel like Zapper
Your baby want me put my legs together
Lookin cheesy
All I wanna focus on the cheddar, getting better



Pumpin//
W hen I hit the party imma get it bumpin
You wanna get it started
I'mma get to slumpin
With the bass fool
This body laced fool
Make all your girls f*ckin drool
Makin all your boys pool

Im feelin' like telling all all these rappers that I be their daddy
She callin' me Tricky Daddy nobody feel the same, baddie
On my lap no strap
No glock up in my pocket
But she honey dababy gettin' to brushin wit da MAC

Bitch

I dont know where I stand
And my knees are f*ckin weak
Im a boss
Im a god
Somebody help me

Im cuttin on the throat
All this talk is f*ckin cheap.
Cuttin down the price
Bands on they f*ckin knees

Umma, umma, umma, umma

Yuh