Deeyumm

Bump that
Dumb phat
Type shit- I write and flip it on a fun track
Son I bust ass
If you must ask
I don’t succumb to that wack, Jack- Fuck that
It’s that real shit
That’s got me feeling
Almost better than an inward heelflip
That I landed
Goddammit
I’m so fresh, I confess, I can’t stand it
Yo, listen up
Lend me an ear, hear me clear like crystal
A billion kids hit with missiles
Multi-syllabic packed, ‘till we can pack houses
I’ll relax, kicking that new flava out the mouth shit
Yes, yes- I confess I am dirty dog
Sticking dirty broads, age 30 and above
Gimme love if you’re loving it
Nothing other than punishment
I’m finna furnish a person for sleeping on my fucking shit
A bird in
The hand is
Worth two in the bush
A picture’s worth a thousand words
I got naked chicks writing books (what?)
A bird in
The hand is
Worth two in the bush
A picture’s worth a thousand words
But y’all only care about the hook
So get hooked like
Jump back, kiss myself
I wanna jump back, kiss myself
Done dealing with you peons
So god deeyumm dope that I’ll dis myself, uhh 2x
Like, uhhh, I’m the best local rapper, fuck Jarv, man- half a verse- half a
fucking band for a verse- you must be starving Nathan Jarvis, yo gibberish,
gibberish, gibberish, yo check it out, check it out
Yo, chicken
Bacon
Pizza and a beer
My name
Is Nathan
The women think I’m weird
But that does
Not bother
Me, really, it’s okay
‘Cause these chicks talk heaps of shit
But at least they know my name
Say my name, say my name when no ones around
Stroll to my house, baby- Let’s throw down
I’ll go down, you go down- Merri-go-round- Plowed like a driveway
I’m tryina see holes- Shia La’migraine
I stay flyer than fire paint on a bi-plane
High stakes wire-attire finding what sire say
Hi Nate J to the A R V I S
I confess I’m the best-dressed mess
A bird in
The hand is
Worth two in the bush
A picture’s worth a thousand words
I got naked chicks writing books (what?)
A bird in
The hand is
Worth two in the bush
A picture’s worth a thousand words
But y’all only care about the hook
So get hooked like
Jump back, kiss myself
I wanna jump back, kiss myself
Done dealing with you peons
So god deeyumm dope that I’ll dis myself, uhh 2x
Baby here I am, I’m a man on the MIC
The technology may be a little outdated, but baby, buy my CD
If I put your name down on the list
Bitch, you better not miss the show
And girl, don’t ask me to sleep in your bed
If you don’t want me taking off my clothes
So this part, originally, I had this other little thing that I wrote and,
ya' know, after some time had passed, I decided I fucking hated it,
so why not just take it out, right? And talk to you for some reason,
but I’m gonna leave this next part in, shoutout De La Soul and Prince Paul
Will rise, not fall
What is up y’all, I’m Jarv
I’m gentle, yet mental when I kick that raw