Dypschyt Ouija Macc

-Tonight we begin with the death of a man armed with scissors. He was shot by police 24 times

Yeah just bring, yeah set the Red Bulls right there (yeah)
SHAGGY THE AIR HEAD ON THE BEAT
Ooooh oooh (you got a lighter? Lighter!?)

[Chorus]
I go dumb
I go dypschyt
I don't nitpick (nah)
I do pimp shit (yea)
I do big shit (big)
I do pimp shit
I go dumb (dumb, dumb)
I go dypschyt
I go dumb
I go dypschyt
I don't nitpick (nahh)
I go misfit
I do big shit
I do pimp shit
I go dumb (dumb, dumb)
I go dypschyt

[Verse 1]
In that mixture (yea)
It ain't fiction (nah)
I'm a fixture (woah)
See me glistening
You a fraction (yea)
You want friction (yeah)
Come up missing (nah)
Come up missing
All my juggs and my thuggs on that big shit
All you fucks better duck from that wig split (boom boom boom)
I wake up it's a must get my dick licked
You run up, you get buck on that bip bip
All in that kitchen like Bisquik
Shawty in the whip grab my dick like a stick shift (pyong! pyong!)
This one for all of my misfits
Some of them go dumb but we off and go dypschyt