Silly — Revolutionary Exchange Productions

I'm so tired of you telling me to shut up
Come in for a closeup before I erupt
You're like some hick up in Confederate flag pickup
You need to play catch up in this matchup
I won't letup just because I completed the setup
My intentions are much more than a hop, skip, and a jump
This shit'll hit you much more than another bump
I'm tired of you treating me like a chump, like Sherman Klump
Like it's time to fire, not hire, someone and you're Donald Trump
You need to stop your abrupt interrupt, it's my turn to corrupt and disrupt
You might find me in da club, or in the pub, or getting grub
But I'm always thinking of new ways to drub and snub you, too
A lyrical thump, as I dump you chumps, having you shake your rump
While I kick your rump, put you in a slump like a kid with the mumps
You'll make a Big Gulp, as I rip apart your pseudointellectual pulp
Fiction, I'm creating friction and diction, crushing your convictions

You got a whip so fast that you caught a ticket speeding?
Some classes in metaphors and buckets, fuck it, similies and logical crimes is what you are needing
You just told us your vehicle goes as fast or slow as every other Joe Blow's ride flows
Your rhymes are silly, silly, silly, silly, silly, silly, silly, silly

What rhymes with hug me, seriously
What kind of bug flea are you
I could plug three rhymes here to give you a clue
But that'd be smug see, so I'll do them all
Hold on so outta your snug tree you don't fall
You're as mature as Doug, he of cartoon fame
Dumb as a fraternity lug spree of date rape
Making her chug she passes out, but your dad
Will get you off from the drug plea, you're more than half bad
Don't get mad, though and slug me, be calm
You'd probably be like thug glee, only with stupider songs
You ain't worth a Lebowski rug pee, I'll save my juice
Throw it in your jug tea, you're too obtuse
And as ugly as your mug be, I give up
Might as well shrug we don't drink from the same cup
I guess I'm gonna tug free from talking about you
Throw up my hands say ugh, flee onto the next schmoe who blows

Shit let me get preachy
Then I'll get teachy
I'll write it down first, then amend it
Get all freedom of speechy
You can try, but I'm out of reachy
You're Dr. Seuss-y, and I'm Snoop, kinda Long Beachy
I'm operatic, you're kinda screechy
You're a bloodsucker, all leechy
You're a bad apple
I'm a President of the United States of America, kinda peachy
You're Candlebox, I'm kinda Bleach-y
You're coughing, I'm kinda Chong and Cheech-y
You're a tabula rasa, I'm kinda like Nietzsche
You're loud and obnoxious, kinda Robin Leechy
You're an asshole, let me get some Cornholio TP
You're causing so much mayhem, you're kinda Dr. Teethy
I'm the sword, you're kinda sheathy
You die young like Moon, I'm Richards when we get Keithy
Hell, it's your funeral, getting kinda wreathy
I'm hanging with Kyle at the rim, you're kinda beneathy
When I die, you can have my rhymes, I'll get all bequeathy
Like Kanye said, you gasping, and I'm kinda breathey
I'ma call you Johnson or Clinton and get all impeachy
I'm icey like Bruce Lee and you're kinda meechy

These ain't songs, they're political lectures
They're lyrical miracle lessons
They're philosophical raptures
You're all gonna wanna be Professor Rexes
You're all gonna strive and apply to be Professional Rex's
You'll wanna drive my brain like an intellectual Lexus
Of the 48 continental states, my ideas are big like Texas
Scarlet Witch of rap, casting lyrical hexes
I got the FBI spying on me
The FCC banning me
I got the NSA wiretapping me
Fuck it, they can have my permission
They can't stop my mission
They look but they ain't got no vision
They see with a viewmaster, my shit is a prism
Strong enough to hold me, they've got no prison
They're stacking up convictions, I'm stacking up wisdom
They think they're locking shit down, but I'm creating a schism
They're dumbing shit down, and I'm mastering all the isms