This is one I recorded a few days ago. Will get it on audio as soon as I can, but here's the lyrics. It's got a sort of dirty south beat.
You don't want none (x8)
Sing It!
(Hook)
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Fool get out of my face because you don't want none
Sing it!
(x2)
Verse 1
Fool you must be Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb,
If you thought that when you stepped up, that I was gonna run,
Dusty Skidz is my name, also, AKA Reck,
Fool, you must be $$$$ing dumb, you'd better show me respect
If you dumb diddy dumb, stay the $$$$ out my way,
And shut your $$$$ing mouth if you got nothing to say,
Or you'll get done, diddy done, diddy diddy, done done,
Recking up the game, I be shining bright like the sun
I've got my shells in my head, and my mic is my gun,
Fool, get out my face, because you don't want none,
I fire dums dums into your ears, they be exploding your head,
You don't wanna test my skills, or I'll leave your career dead
Fool, you dumb diddy dumb, diddy diddy, dumb dumb,
You use a knife to battle with, but I'm using a gun,
And I keep reloading it with the deadliest rounds,
Dummies run and duck and hide when i fire off a round,
Sing it!
(Hook)
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Fool get out of my face because you don't want none
Sing it!
(x2)
Verse 2
Fool don't $$$$ wit me, I'm your mother$$$$ing problem,
Dummies step to me, but now I'm gonna stomp them,
Laying down tracks like the Chinese did for the Yanks,
I got the game listening, trouble starting in the ranks
My style is infectious because my style is ill,
I feel like a blind lover, because I do what I feel
Swinging like a wrecking ball, blowing up like a nuke,
Dummies duck my rounds, if they ain't hit, it's a fluke,
Because I spray lyrical rounds like an AK-47,
I could kick a hundred bars, dummies stop after eleven,
Because they dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb,
I've got a hundred ideas, but they ain't got none
I ain't rhyming bout drugs, I ain't rhyming bout jewells,
I tell it how I see it, I be exposing all fools,
Who wanna step, steppy step, steppy step up to me,
They be dumb diddy dumb, as dumb as dummies can be
Sing it!
(Hook)
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Fool get out of my face because you don't want none
Sing it!
(x2)
Verse 3
So duck, diddy duck, diddy duck as I spray,
I can't be $$$$ing played because I'm too old to play,
And you stuck, sticky stuck, Sticky sticky, stuck stuck,
Because It's dummy hunting season and I don't give a $$$$
And my style ain't broke, breaky breaky, broke, broke,
But you need to fix yours cos when you spit it's a joke,
And I'll say, saidy say, saidy saidy, say say,
Whatever the $$$$ I want, fool get the $$$$ out my way
Sing it!
(Hook)
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Dumb diddy dumb, diddy, diddy, dumb, dumb
Fool get out of my face because you don't want none
Sing it!
(x2)



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