Dumb_heavy - Yuck! (feat. Lukesef) Lyrics

Bars harder than a pack a punched ray gun
Slap stars if ya think you're smart enough to say some
Toke games, don't play none, smoke jays, prefer blunts
If you stir shit I'mma make sure that your plates done
I'm OJ, take the gloves off, Lil Mac, knock your socks off
No name and leave em lock jaw'd, shocked, in awe
And I still ain't really tryin, bruh
You can f*ck with me but I ain't gonna recommend it, nah
Staying away from the ups and downs, still say sup to the clowns
But I'm not around, done with the snouts, take ya dick out ya mouth
My speakers sick from the spit riddlin' out
And I had a lotta bitches; they don't f*ck with me now
Loud and brash if the cash not the promised amount
I pick sixth in the draft, don't need a star for the rout
Chan with the hits, I bet the Stans sick of me now
Gotta dip this rhyme scheme, I'm getting sick of it, now
Skippin playlists, I'm better than your favorite
I don't gotta say shit, whatever it is, I'll face it
You lame, bwuah, I just lay it in, bwuah
She came to see me again but I'm more about her friend, bwuah

Nostrils charred cos my snot hot, whip the car to the drop spot
Posse wit me and we don't (get got)
Nostrils charred cos my snot hot, whip the car to the drop spot
Posse, posse, posse, posse
Nostrils charred cos my snot hot, whip the car to the drop spot
Posse wit me and we don't get got
You know my snots hot, whippin to the drop spot
Posse wit me and we don't get got get get - you know

Here I go again
Floating overhead
Loner till I'm dead
Stoner till I'm red in the face
If you can't take it, you better not take it
My agency's staged in the
Basements of butchers
The bass shook the woofer
In case you were looking
And didn't understood it
Or just didn't understand it
I'm manic, ran it
Run it, stunning, something
Coming, fast
Pack it stash it
You're not coming back after if
You can't stomach that, then you can't stomach rap
So don't pack a lunch
I pack a punch
Yuck
What a wack rhyme, sucks
Is that my bust
I mean, is that my bet
I mean, is that my best
Let me unzip my vest
While I think of which way to run
Um, left.
Deaf to the doldrums,
Drumming till my skull comes loose
Scummy to death
Let me catch my breath.