Stupid (feat. Abe tha Babe & Tucker Booth)

What was that, an exhibition? You forgot your jockstrap, lame-brained same day You copped that name brand then they went and chopped that? On eunuch who copped that Sean John Cooley hat, now you got a custom cut Gucci bag You had to brag man 'bout your poppin' tags man But your fast hands left your last man open Dag man, what a drag man. And you Stole it, damn no-dick. Now we call you bag man F*ck your speech, I was too touched to see My lust for greed left my nuts up for thugs to see At least they cut it clean. F*ck me, I'm stupid! Don't be mad bro. So what you lost your lasso Could've been worse. Maybe be less of an asshole? Less flambo, less Rambo. Think of All the tadpoles you could still raise, like Dad's home! Stick your pity party, feed your kids that's really starving Hardly a choice, since your boys are still starving Man status is hardly, since your carving But stay hardy, or just kill yourself - hari kari Quit playin'. That shit your sayin' proves you're just a Shit stain. I don't need to know how the shit tastes I ate it. Now I got no cock to lay chicks with I lost the sword with which those chickens got slayed with Quit your bitchin' you Kentucky-fried chitlin Those chickens will love your country style finger-lickin' Get close to some lesbos, take a listen Third legs are overrated when you're on a mission A vision of pleasing others instead of yourself Ever make a woman come? What's that? Oh well Stupid is as stupid does cuz. Run Forest run All you've done so far is f*ck up a good tongue I used to dream I was Em, 'til no coast and them Siroq'd my dreams, Tupac'd my screams. Took to that cross like Gentle Ye on a MAGA speech, yet all the while we kept Murdering more whore emcees, stepping swiftly, wished they Steered clear of Mr. T, they were stupid think that This 6'3 pasty g couldn't erase their face with this racy freaks Y'all rappers stay tastin' great Wash y'all down with some Japanese green tea Ninja wannabees dressed as samurai for prime Emcee, wrote graffiti in the troll scrolls top rope for thee Never calls me back when it's clear his best man's in need But when the dojo's lost his mojo, suddenly he needs things for free