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I snap wack rappers in half like they was a stack of crackers/
Till the animals theyâre crafted after, be laughing at ya/
Blasting ya bastards, cause itâs for certain/
Your skills are a figment of your imagination like Tyler Durden
Whatever happened to qualified lines written down with mental quality/
I renamed your style pet-peeve because your shit just fuckin bothers me/
Donât bother coming back, with your weak thoughts, Iâm outta body/
I ripped em outta your skull with my one-handed lobotomy
Hereâs an affirmation, Iâm leaving your ass thrashed with lacerations/
Voraciously masticating, you waste half of your dates while masturbating/
Placing your severed in front of an assassination station/
So that day to day youâll Face decapitation
You canât stop, top me, or even rock me/
I donât believe in fuckinâ crews, I even beat the guy who brought me/
You stop me? Now thatâs some shit that fucking shocks me/
Send your girl to ride my dick, cause thatâll be the only way youâll top me, You got me?
My dickâs bigger than Mandingo, I swing with a fandango/
Banged a one-legged retarded bitch in a Durango, just to catch a different angle/
Angles angel different in competition, exposing your styling all bare/
Cause even your shittiest flows has got your rhymes running scared/
Sometimes I canât bear to witness the multitude of mediocrity/
Running repetitive schemes making hip-hop a total mockery/
But awkwardly, I welcome the weak when theyâre all coming/
Cause in competition, I house more niggas than if my name was Mr. Drummond
Can I take you out? Probably
Make you take wrong turns like when Whitney decided to marry Bobby/
Youâll get hooked up, then get fucked early like girls that fornicate/
I come off like loose promotional stickers on porno tapes/
The head to coronate/
With flows so organic that plants are green with envy, just how the hell you think they chlorinate/
No chemicals needed to formulate/
Challenging calendars to tic-tac-toeâs the only way that you can score a date
I hear you crying with pleading, but your times up like a lease/
What? Jealous cause I move crowds like Riot Police?
Bitch, stay at ease, and back off my mic please/
Cause you seem to be giving my beat some kind of fucking disease/
You trying to step to me? Like youâre the main feature?
Like bad audio email, Iâll ignore ya and delete ya/
Then Iâll beat ya, I mean, like, Just BEAT ya and defeat ya/
In front of your friends and family watching helpless from the bleachers/
Yea, I spoke to all your teachers, went over your notes in your pad/
And The part where you were speechlessâ¦best rap that you had/
I wanted to respond, I just didnât hear what you said/
Rhymes with expiration dates on em, I mean, your shit is so dead/
That in the middle of a battle, in your rhyme deliberation/
Youâre gonna need that kid from 6th Sense for translation/
Now, follow these directions, go to your rhyme at the top/
Switch to delete, cause youâre a bitch
To grasp fame you clutch performers/
You gotta take scissors to almanacs of your street to cut corners/
Weak MCs on my lunch order/
In the winter you bitches lips are my certified nut-warmers/
The oral emancipator, Formative rants that paved the way
For an advance decay of exorbitant wack pervaders/
Through attacks for haters, Flows are the active agents/
Blindfolded fast breaks just to show you horrible stats later/
Thereâs no surprise here/
Iâm Tonedeff but with fully functional fingers, tongue, and nose, eyes⦠ears/
Like college kids buy beer, itâs a given/
That nobody else can flip it when Logic & Tone is rippin/
Assaulting your bitch to hit the shit with ease/
Iâm rocking it HEART, never skipping a beatâ-even when I sneeze/
With no FEAR of amateurs/
Iâm prepping the pop world for combat like giving Britney Spears in Africa
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- Hyphen EP