Chump - Poop Brown Lyrics

Poop brown is the color of rhymin' that I do
I'm talkin' smooth and movin' groovy cause I'm thick like poo
Outta town is where you're sendin' UPS with your stuff
And poop brown is the color of their funky old trucks
It's the color of the nose of my nappy headed mutt
Right after he's been sniffin' in some other dog's butt
Brutha brown is the color of my old school cords
And of the wood grain trim of the army green ford
It's the color of the hair on Mo-T's buzzed head
It was the color of the eyes of the guy who's fulla lead
Poop brown poop brown is the color of the dirt
And if you don't believe me sucka then you're gonna get hurt

Poop brown
Poop brown
My rhyme is poop brown
I'm kickin' it down and it's comin' at ya poop brown

Poop Brown is the color of the axe that I play
I throw the chord from my board and yo I'll do it all day
Chump sound is what you're hearin' and it's makin you sweat
You're thinkin' that we're through but we haven't started yet
Brutha brown is the color of the feathers of a duck
It's the color of the flaps on the bottom of my truck
When I mix all the paints in my watercolor set
Yo Poop is the color that I'm always gonna get
Brown is the sound of the band that's playin' loud
What I said is in your head and now it's draggin' you around
That's why I'm talkin' to ya and all yer sayin' Yeah
I grab the stage and turn the page and bust it out clear

Poop brown
Poop brown
My rhyme is poop brown
I'm kickin' it down and it's comin' at ya poop brown

It's that doo doo brown, recognize the sound
Numbs is back for that crown or the royal
You spoiled like Cleveland leavin' that sittin'
Numb without no feelin' Cheyanne land Zartan Chameleon

As I ban to shape or form come back to swarm just like the Hornet Brown
But fat to populate Laie town from then to now
Poor just like a chocolate cow swing from right to left
Neverending sole in afakasi best believe the Roo is def

Swinging from right to left when I'm bruising your thought processes
Making it hard for you to digest the top of the list the NUMBS
Exceeding the speed of sound when I'm hitting you in the chest with the best
We got you crapping in your pants a poopy brown sort of mess

Get burnt like umber found floating under
The boardwalk with the lumber Mark Dago, Roo, and Gunnar
It's a wonder that these dirty drawers
Run thick like Rick crazy straws for you and yours
Well of course I get by with no problemo though it seems
You just might be that cherry in my chocolate covered dreams
I keep it clean sometimes it's dusty, but I love the rap with an MC
I'll beat you down in round three cuz I'm rad like Jack Dempsy

Trigger and listen 'em in, I hit him with venom and did him in
And again let a man by the bay hit him with rhythm Vitamin on the breaks
I'm the man I'm watching a ball like other rappers into the ocean
Bringing them back like Earl Sheib to a ding, Yo what's the potion?
Why oh why did I need cappuccino the brown nose get wrinkled
We on the single
Out with the foundation laid in place by the taste of Numbs House
Public Enemy number one you better believe you'll never find
You shoulda known now Numbs 89 state of mind
Curb hoppin' don't stop, let's take it from the top