Sum Dum Munkey Lyrics - Nervous Breakdown - Fu-schnickens

Check the flow clear the way yo 

Here come the bro I'm kickin it I know ya 

Diggin it the way we swinging it son the 

Bossman kickin' my shit wit bass o please 

Ya wanna battle whomy shit is still ill 

Ill murderize you so what ya gonna do 

Get ya ass chopped in two fuckin wit the FU 

Bran ya and I swing just like Evander 

Real deal and ruff so when ya feeling tuff 

Come on kids come on kids brint it! 

6 foot 4 with the strength of Sampson 

Running over niggars like I'm Rodney Hampton 

Say adios when I start to roast 

Making most of the mic in my hand 

Freak it spooky like a ghost cause 

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Sum dum monkey bumped his head on 

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Ooh watch out here comes the lyrical blabber 

Mouth I'll blow ya (hmph) blow ya (hmph) lalala 

Lights (unknown) my rhymes to keep cool spit out 

Yes and (drool) I'm out of my mind when I rhyme 

I snaps with our no wa wa wa warning so (cough) 

Wake up shape up and stop 

Not Alfalfa or Spanky not a damn Yankee Doodle 

I flip the (hole) script the (hole) kit and kaboodle 

Got oodles of tactics gimme the mic dagnabit and 

Come back here bunny rabbit, ah phooey, now its 

Time to get bitz so ba ba ba batten down the hatches 

Yep and raise the drawbridge i gots to freak 

I gots to freak right (now) 

Brothers wonder (how) I (cough) freaks the (cough) styles to 

Raise eye (brows) I'm rolling in dollars when I 

Scream and hallars ay arriba, epa andale andale 

Like speedy gonzalez so acknowledge the hum 

Dinger wacky rhyme slinger when I yells tim (ehehe) 

Tim (ehehe) tim (BBB) ber. Ba hum 

Bug its time to let the style out the hatch-out the 

Hatch-out the hatch-out the hatch- ahh I know I 

Had ya souped cuz ya thought the record scratched 

I got skillz no question don't try to test 

When I flex em bang em zoom to the moon I make 

You meet George Jetson. 

I'm comin around the mountain (na say it again) a'ight (cool) 

I'm comin around the mountain trottin' around 

B-b-b bend I clear my f-f-f (cough) pardon me f-f-f 

(Cough) pardon me (cough) phlegm so deep it 

I freak it by the movement of my lips and I gangbang 

Or beats like the bloods and crips. Cause 

Sum dum monkey bumped his head on 

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