Dumb Stupid Crazy

Life After Death the mixtape, Da Brat

You know the swag is crazy, you know the verse is crazy

So So Def got the beats so

it's go time, it's the return, and she never went nowhere

The B-R-A-T!

This is a, So So Def, world premier

A world, premier

So So Def, world premier

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Dumb stupid crazy, spittin harder than a muh'fucker

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 niggaz the feelin

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 waitin on me

I'm fly as fuck

So they start comin at me tryin 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

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Twista! Know when to 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 straightjacket because I throw up in the booth

Eyes roll up back in my head

'Fin to 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 fin' to 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 1,000 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 muh'fucker what?

So everybody show love

Or give a hug or salute when you see us in the club

We go

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Muh'fucker! [4X]