| This here is like Rosanne winning the lotto… beating me? |
| Fat chance
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| You couldn’t flip shit, with a turd and a spatula doing a handstand
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| In a gravity chamber, lacking with the lame attack you’re rapping back
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| With/You're stepping to Massive flames to find you’re made of Plastic
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| You get your Ass whipped, like donkeys to discipline
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| You SUCK, you’ve been harassing your mother for sip her tits again
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| The think-speed of my mind is blistering
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| But, you’re slow in the head, like niggas fishing for sharks in Lake Michigan
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| I’ll twist your skin with some verbal conditioning
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| Cause me squishing your head is easy like tricking bitches in Switzerland
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| You’re wishing when you think you’ve stuck me spitting
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| You could put a hole in my paper and you still couldn’t fuck with my writtens
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| Nigga, you’re sweet like puppies and kittens
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| You milk wackness like Bad Boy uses Biggie tapes to keep Puffy in business
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| I shutter your senses, whenever I mutter a sentence
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| With more oral reconstruction than could ever come from a dentist
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| Even with pretense, you could never prevent this senseless rhyme chemist
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| From injecting kids so their jaws lock with tetanus infections
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| Direct the aggression you’re tempted to threaten me with and battle yourself
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| Cause expelling my name from your lungs is bad for your health
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| I’ve amassed a wealth of trophies from kids who provoked me
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| Even Jamaican kids say you’re less of a MON than Poke
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| I’m wherever the Gumby, Dammit, chewing impostors
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| I’ve even been known to punch lines like Coke sniffing boxers
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| I dug nostradamus out of his grave tell me your future
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| Said NAS was pissed you stole his style and was coming to shoot ya
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| Your crying pleas for help are met with the stone face of Medusa
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| You rapping is funny, but I’ll leave you in stitches like sutures
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| I’m as equal a threat to producers as I am to Rappers
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| Lyrical He-Man, atop of the Universe is where I hold my Masters
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| Fuck France, I scream, 'viva la Tonedeff'!
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| Bitch, Your rhyme was out of place just like niggas that’s homeless
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| I’ll extort for things that you ain’t own yet
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| I’ll stick your head in a freezer for 3 days just to see how cold your toes get
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| I bubble with glee when there’s trouble with me
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| I got you more weak in the knees than Chris Reeves in SWV
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| Pull up a chair as I’m grasping your mandible
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| The memory of you existed’s the only thing that’s Intangible
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| Tonedeff is actual, living, but really though
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| Cause, I’m nastier than 4.000 of them German shit-fetish videos
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| More lines than Skinemax got titty-shows
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| Just trying to take me down is is like trying to sink a plastic bag of Cheerios
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| I’m Cereal Killer, stalking Lucky the Leprechaun
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| Popped the Porcupine for the Corn he was spitting within his lexicon
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| Fucked your girl in the bed you rested on
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| I’m gonna get you!!" It’ll be me, the rhythm, and Gloria Estefan
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| Emilio ain’t feeling no lyrics you droppin
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| You’re getting shot-up like kids in 3D movies in Compton
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| Ill psychologically Melt you down like 1 inch candles
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| Cause even if you’re a tough guy, you’ll be needing a shrink like Tony Soprano
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| Man, oh, man, oh, man… I'm nice
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| With volumes of rhymes that knock harder than Jay-Z's life
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| I’ll make your brain freeze twice, like chugging a double slurpee
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| In the kiss of the spiderwoman, William couldn’t Hurt me
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| Cause you could train harder than subway cars in Dojos
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| And I’ll still be makin ya run raps
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| 'til your heart bursts like your fuckin name was FloJo |