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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoTone Deaf
Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?)What did you say?Oh, I can't hear youI have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (Out, haha)(I need auto tune)YeahIt's my alter-ego's fault, these evil thoughts can be so darkCerebral palsy, three ZoloftsI eat those off to Rico Suave, look it upCadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked axelA backpack full of PaxilA black satchel, a nap sack and a flask full of 'gnac and Jack DanielsGirl, let's go back, back to my castle (Yeah)I don't wanna hassle you, AlexandraBut my dick's an acronym 'cause it stands for you (Oh)You, wait, Alexandra who? (Damn)All I know is Friday, I met you (What?)Saturday, I'll probably forget youGuess that's what the Molly and X do (What the fuck?)'Cause who the fuck am I laying next to? (Eh)But ever since D-Nicе "To tha Rescue"Feel a fresh crеw (Uh) , been a lab rat (Yeah)From a test tube (Uh) , I'm goin' in like the red roof (Red Roof Inn)You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaksCall it caught between a rock and a hard placeLike a sasquatch in a crawlspace'Cause you're watching your heart race like you're ScarfaceIn a car chase with the cops or an arcadeStuck inside of a Mario Kart race, stuck in saw bladesAt a stop and a start paceWhat I'm tryin' to say is, I'm drivin' 'em all crazyI can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf)I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf)I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah)I see the rap game then attack the verses (Uh)Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses (Yeah)Just like your funeral, I'm at your service (What?)Pockets on stuffed like a taxidermist (Woo)Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother in a tanColored van pulled up with a hand full of XansAnd a substantial amount of ganja, just to ask what myPlans for the night are (Yeah)I said sneakin' to the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend it's a five starYeah, I leap into the deep end of the pool, I can show you where the dives areWe don't even gotta drive farI know this spot that is so live, but I'm tryna get some head first, like a nose dive (Haha)So many side chicks, can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditchSo when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (Yeah)Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shitPushed her out the side, kicked, then I flippedThe lil' white bitch off like a light switch (Bitch)It's okay not to like my shitEverything's fine, drink your wine, bitchAnd get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitchBut ask me, will I stick to my guns like adhesive tape?Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats the cheesecake and the decent steak?You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake?I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (Haha)And that's why they say I got more lines than Black FridaySo save that shit for the damn library (Shh)You heard of Chris Christophesen? (Yeah) Well, I am piss piss off'ed-eson (Oh)Paul's askin' for Christmas off againI said, "No, " then I spit this song for him, it goesI can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf)I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf)I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Bitch I can make an orange rhyme with banana, orananaEating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamasAt the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandmaBut I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammarBitch, 'bout to show you why your five favorite rappers, can't touch thisBut before I get the hammer, I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this mannerBut the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me orI ever let you cocksuckers eat at meI'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria, but you ain't gettin' no cheese from meI went from Lil' Ceasers, BLT-ses, grilled cheesesBein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitchLike a realtor, it's realty, bitch (Real talk)Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's litWe put out fire, Dre stamps itWith my cohorts, hit up BogartYeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God"Here comes Marshall, with no holds barredBitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blow hardLike your old broad, she full of semen, like the coast guardAnd life's been pretty good to me so far, for the most partHad a couple of run-in's with popo, caughtA couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbarsWhich is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight nowThat 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol carI'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so bitch, don't startSimmer down, compose yourself, MozartI ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so rawAnd if time is money, you have no clocksAnd any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' Colt cockedMy enemies I'm a chimney give me the smoke, oppsAnd R. I. P. to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know notWhat the fuck you say? I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter-ego's faultBut if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob'I'll tell you the same thing I told PaulI can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf)I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf)I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (I'm tone deaf)
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