Big Dummy Lyrics
| Song | Big Dummy |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro: Celph Titled) | |
| Yo, you mother *******s know the deal | |
| This is Celph Titled, the mother ******g mother ******* | |
| (Yo and this is Mareko, J kicking, signmo step brother) | |
| Y’all some stupid *******, you know that | |
| (Stupid, stupid, stupid) | |
| Or better yet, y’all some big dummies | |
| That’s how we calling it | |
| (Yup, yo) | |
| (Verse 1: Mareko) | |
| Yo, there’s two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list | |
| But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits | |
| Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics | |
| Look inside of my stove stove and see if the bread is missing | |
| Mr. Mareko that big bull-a, I’m tired, just trying to get some sleep | |
| Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher | |
| I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker | |
| I’m uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie, I would molest | |
| Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose | |
| He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin | |
| You are not certain, don’t start speaking, last time I just put down my head | |
| Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarrassing | |
| Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston | |
| (Chorus: Celph Titled) | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| (Verse 2: Celph Titled) | |
| Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open | |
| Shoot first and ask questions later, that’s the slogan | |
| Mother ************* a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties | |
| Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD | |
| Never smile for the press, I guess I’m hard pressed | |
| And don’t like beef unless it’s really charred flesh | |
| Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners | |
| My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners | |
| When we use them, my family start eating your face up | |
| Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup | |
| Blaze up, you can’t believe the way I hustle stuff | |
| 95 degrees in July I’m selling earmuffs by the cases | |
| I only dropped one single, count ‘em | |
| *************s already making The Best of Celph Titled albums | |
| Y’all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome | |
| You looking for a death wish, guess what, you’ve just found one | |
| (Chorus: Celph Titled) | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| (Verse 3: Mareko) | |
| Mareko, two thousand and three | |
| My stories bound the beef | |
| Loaded in the bottle and it’s yet to be found at the sea | |
| You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees | |
| So you clowns can see big things like P Money | |
| I’m a bad boy, me and Puffy | |
| Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies | |
| I greet the ugly face of death with a frown and open arms | |
| While we’re both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car | |
| You can catch me at the open bar | |
| And that’s for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar | |
| I’m convinced, you can do a set for free and you’ll still see | |
| More spaces Donna Heckler’s teeth | |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom | |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule | |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom | |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule | |
| (Chorus: Celph Titled) | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| Intro: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, you mother s know the deal | |
| This is Celph Titled, the mother g mother | |
| Yo and this is Mareko, J kicking, signmo step brother | |
| Y' all some stupid , you know that | |
| Stupid, stupid, stupid | |
| Or better yet, y' all some big dummies | |
| That' s how we calling it | |
| Yup, yo | |
| Verse 1: Mareko | |
| Yo, there' s two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list | |
| But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits | |
| Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics | |
| Look inside of my stove stove and see if the bread is missing | |
| Mr. Mareko that big bulla, I' m tired, just trying to get some sleep | |
| Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher | |
| I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker | |
| I' m uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie, I would molest | |
| Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose | |
| He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin | |
| You are not certain, don' t start speaking, last time I just put down my head | |
| Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarrassing | |
| Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston | |
| Chorus: Celph Titled | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| Verse 2: Celph Titled | |
| Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open | |
| Shoot first and ask questions later, that' s the slogan | |
| Mother a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties | |
| Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD | |
| Never smile for the press, I guess I' m hard pressed | |
| And don' t like beef unless it' s really charred flesh | |
| Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners | |
| My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners | |
| When we use them, my family start eating your face up | |
| Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup | |
| Blaze up, you can' t believe the way I hustle stuff | |
| 95 degrees in July I' m selling earmuffs by the cases | |
| I only dropped one single, count ' em | |
| s already making The Best of Celph Titled albums | |
| Y' all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome | |
| You looking for a death wish, guess what, you' ve just found one | |
| Chorus: Celph Titled | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| Verse 3: Mareko | |
| Mareko, two thousand and three | |
| My stories bound the beef | |
| Loaded in the bottle and it' s yet to be found at the sea | |
| You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees | |
| So you clowns can see big things like P Money | |
| I' m a bad boy, me and Puffy | |
| Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies | |
| I greet the ugly face of death with a frown and open arms | |
| While we' re both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car | |
| You can catch me at the open bar | |
| And that' s for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar | |
| I' m convinced, you can do a set for free and you' ll still see | |
| More spaces Donna Heckler' s teeth | |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom | |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule | |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom | |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule | |
| Chorus: Celph Titled | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
| Intro: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, you mother s know the deal | |
| This is Celph Titled, the mother g mother | |
| Yo and this is Mareko, J kicking, signmo step brother | |
| Y' all some stupid , you know that | |
| Stupid, stupid, stupid | |
| Or better yet, y' all some big dummies | |
| That' s how we calling it | |
| Yup, yo | |
| Verse 1: Mareko | |
| Yo, there' s two hundred and sixty six members on my hit list | |
| But no added preservatives and digest the biscuits | |
| Welcome to my humble abode mic metaphysics | |
| Look inside of my stove stove and see if the bread is missing | |
| Mr. Mareko that big bulla, I' m tired, just trying to get some sleep | |
| Like Rick ruler, you want beef, you want the mad butcher | |
| I want to see who win in a fight between George Speights and Ram Booker | |
| I' m uncle bully on the mic, if these beats were wearing that lingerie, I would molest | |
| Them at night, yo I stepped in a fight that I started on purpose | |
| He should have known my beats were for a bunch warriors like John Kerwin | |
| You are not certain, don' t start speaking, last time I just put down my head | |
| Like hide so no one could see me, oh how embarrassing | |
| Man you guys are now stuck in the pits like Jennifer Anniston | |
| Chorus: Celph Titled | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| Verse 2: Celph Titled | |
| Yeah, yo, whoever want action could get they mug torn open | |
| Shoot first and ask questions later, that' s the slogan | |
| Mother a pacifist, we bring wars to peace treaties | |
| Steal from the needy and take a piss on your beat CD | |
| Never smile for the press, I guess I' m hard pressed | |
| And don' t like beef unless it' s really charred flesh | |
| Teach the kids to bust cause they fast learners | |
| My clique is like stove tops, we all carry burners | |
| When we use them, my family start eating your face up | |
| Leave you looking like Angie Martinez without makeup | |
| Blaze up, you can' t believe the way I hustle stuff | |
| 95 degrees in July I' m selling earmuffs by the cases | |
| I only dropped one single, count ' em | |
| s already making The Best of Celph Titled albums | |
| Y' all getting out done, no need to hear the outcome | |
| You looking for a death wish, guess what, you' ve just found one | |
| Chorus: Celph Titled | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| Verse 3: Mareko | |
| Mareko, two thousand and three | |
| My stories bound the beef | |
| Loaded in the bottle and it' s yet to be found at the sea | |
| You big dummies, I pull my pants down to the knees | |
| So you clowns can see big things like P Money | |
| I' m a bad boy, me and Puffy | |
| Stay cruising down Beach Street in beach buggies | |
| I greet the ugly face of death with a frown and open arms | |
| While we' re both drunk in the back seat of a stolen car | |
| You can catch me at the open bar | |
| And that' s for real, with no strings attached like an old guitar | |
| I' m convinced, you can do a set for free and you' ll still see | |
| More spaces Donna Heckler' s teeth | |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom | |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule | |
| Ba ba boom boom ba ba boom boom | |
| My uncle only eats luckewild with ga rule | |
| Chorus: Celph Titled | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah | |
| You big dummy, damn your fun | |
| Your breath smells bad and your girlfriends ugly | |
| Plus your fat and you got no money | |
| Nah nah nana nah nana nah |
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