Ezruh – DIMWIT

Ezruh – DIMWIT Lyrics

Artist: Ezruh
Song: DIMWIT

-and these n#gg#s cops like Blart (Okay, let’s go!)
Stomp on his head, he a maggot
That n#gg# crossdress, he a faggot
Spent like 100K on this Patek

These n#gg#s Anne Frank in that attic
Come ’round this way with them tools
You get ran down for your shoes
n#gg# spitting tra-

That n#gg# stupid, he a dimwit
Put that n#gg# in a pack like a toy, he can get his f#cking head split
p#ss#, I don’t got a chop, so I’m finna slide on you with a broomstick
n#gg# said he got my addy but he not slidin’, I don’t give two sh#ts (what?)

I cannot rob you, b#tch you broke
I put the knife in that n#gg# stomach, now that b#tch leakin’, yeah, I get him poked
That n#gg# think about me, I’m the demons in that n#gg# head, better call the pope
He gettin’ kidnapped, yea he strapped down, stuffin’ lead down that n#gg# throat

I feel like a Lego with my set
These n#gg#s cap type on the net
You say you gon’ rob me, make that bet
Walk down on the block with this Tec

I’m with your b#tch, she give me neck
I’m in the field, but I’m not no vet
Walk down on him with that Nike check
Kreep through in all black Nike Tech

The n#gg# ain’t ’bout sh#t with no set
I’m Freddy Krueger, like “Who’s next?”
I feel like Batman in the dark
I got a Glock on me so don’t start

Pull up with the Tranq on me with no dart
Mask on like Deadpool and these n#gg#s cops like Blart (Okay, let’s go!)
Stomp on his head, he a maggot
That n#gg# crossdress, he a faggot

Spent like 100K on this Patek
These n#gg#s Anne Frank in that attic
Come ’round this way with them tools
You get ran down for your shoes

n#gg# spittin’ trash, get him out the booth
AK beam a n#gg# from the roof
Said you got bread, n#gg# show me proof
This b#tch on a Tee-Banner like he Bruce

Hang a n#gg# like a slave with this noose
I’m not French, n#gg#, f#ck a truce
I’m in New York with that deuce
I’m in New York with them knocks

You get shot down, I don’t box
Red dot on your face, chicken pox
I got a red dot like an ox
Gr8tah b#tch schemin’, b#tch, I’m finna plot

Watch these n#gg#s close like a hawk
He not shot, hit him with a Glock
I’m at your head-top, Johnny Knox
n#gg# not gang, he not in the flock

Sticked up in the trap like a dog
Hit him in his noggin, watch that n#gg# fall
Come through the chimney, Santa Claus
n#gg# can’t see me, b#tch I’m in your walls

I got Heavy Metal, b#tch I’m always strapped
You got money? b#tch, that ain’t a fact
Gas in my lungs, b#tch we finna (?)
Sendin’ forty shots with the Wacky Mac

I been on the block with that strap
This ice ain’t from the tap
You talk at my show and get clapped
I got Ricks on, this ain’t GAP
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Release Year: 2023