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cat pack - dumb & dumber lyrics

[verse 1: the chris cox]

cat kickin’
dog l1ckin’
zero f-cks the total given
finger l1ckin’ bacon
fresh off my vacation
from celebration station
that caucasian-asian
radio station
gimme sedation
i’m not patient
i meant right now
i’m eatin’ puppy chow, and gettin’ fat as h-ll
i chill in moscow, and party with pharrell
i’m not dumb, i’m f-ckin’ smart
i grad-ge-ated college
i did it drug free, and smoked up all the knowledge
you don’t like me? then you will be abolished
with a wreckin’ ball and a naked miley cyrus
-oh my chris-
-that’s not very nice-
i’m k!llin’ fake rappers in trap like mice
you should realize
this is real life
i’m a rap siberian tiger eating others alive
shout out to the kids, whose mothers still drive
i love a chauffeur like the swiss love knifes
plus i roll kosher jew cat 9-lives
bear coat fur-sure, with the workaholic guys
i hunt cougars bonus points to thunder thighs
no new friends
cause i’m the best rapper alive

[verse 2: tsotigh]

oh man he’s back on the track, son
tellin’ all of his haters just to suck on his fat one
stand and salute him
and call him the captain
you know he’s so bad
shout out michael jackson
k!llin’ all of these dumb kids
those who lack intelligence
they’re getting eaten up alive
now sh-t, they even smell like it
rollin’ up fatties with satan yeah, just for the h-ll of it
ain’t no one f-ckin’ with me so just call me celibate
smokin’ up all this weed but sh-t i ain’t sellin’ it
just flying high into the sky
while you guys just stay pelicans
now flip the switch and prepare for takeoff
none of y’all are on par and i don’t play golf
you stay soft suckers
can all get mother f-cked
cause when i’m poppin’ off i know you’ll run and duck
my words run amuck
keep thinkin’ you’re tough enough
get shut up in front of a million fans
ya dumb f-ck i go stupid, son
insane in the membrane
spit game in a big way
then i get brain
a scintillating little mama dribblin’
on pickle
then i nibble on her supple little nipple
eatin’ supper with her malcolm in the middle
then i deliver the penetrating missile
to make her drizzle
god d-mn this weed’s good
got me higher than your cholesterol
or decibels at festivals
but you ain’t heard the best of all
both of us are coming up
i guess we’ll have to toughen up
but when we’re on a track like this
you know that we go dumb as f-ck!

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