Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battle Rhyme Hookers, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Hyphen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Battle Rhyme Hookers |
This here is like Rosanne winning the lotto… beating me? |
Fat chance |
You couldn’t flip shit, with a turd and a spatula doing a handstand |
In a gravity chamber, lacking with the lame attack you’re rapping back |
With/You're stepping to Massive flames to find you’re made of Plastic |
You get your Ass whipped, like donkeys to discipline |
You SUCK, you’ve been harassing your mother for sip her tits again |
The think-speed of my mind is blistering |
But, you’re slow in the head, like niggas fishing for sharks in Lake Michigan |
I’ll twist your skin with some verbal conditioning |
Cause me squishing your head is easy like tricking bitches in Switzerland |
You’re wishing when you think you’ve stuck me spitting |
You could put a hole in my paper and you still couldn’t fuck with my writtens |
Nigga, you’re sweet like puppies and kittens |
You milk wackness like Bad Boy uses Biggie tapes to keep Puffy in business |
I shutter your senses, whenever I mutter a sentence |
With more oral reconstruction than could ever come from a dentist |
Even with pretense, you could never prevent this senseless rhyme chemist |
From injecting kids so their jaws lock with tetanus infections |
Direct the aggression you’re tempted to threaten me with and battle yourself |
Cause expelling my name from your lungs is bad for your health |
I’ve amassed a wealth of trophies from kids who provoked me |
Even Jamaican kids say you’re less of a MON than Poke |
I’m wherever the Gumby, Dammit, chewing impostors |
I’ve even been known to punch lines like Coke sniffing boxers |
I dug nostradamus out of his grave tell me your future |
Said NAS was pissed you stole his style and was coming to shoot ya |
Your crying pleas for help are met with the stone face of Medusa |
You rapping is funny, but I’ll leave you in stitches like sutures |
I’m as equal a threat to producers as I am to Rappers |
Lyrical He-Man, atop of the Universe is where I hold my Masters |
Fuck France, I scream, 'viva la Tonedeff'! |
Bitch, Your rhyme was out of place just like niggas that’s homeless |
I’ll extort for things that you ain’t own yet |
I’ll stick your head in a freezer for 3 days just to see how cold your toes get |
I bubble with glee when there’s trouble with me |
I got you more weak in the knees than Chris Reeves in SWV |
Pull up a chair as I’m grasping your mandible |
The memory of you existed’s the only thing that’s Intangible |
Tonedeff is actual, living, but really though |
Cause, I’m nastier than 4.000 of them German shit-fetish videos |
More lines than Skinemax got titty-shows |
Just trying to take me down is is like trying to sink a plastic bag of Cheerios |
I’m Cereal Killer, stalking Lucky the Leprechaun |
Popped the Porcupine for the Corn he was spitting within his lexicon |
Fucked your girl in the bed you rested on |
I’m gonna get you!!" It’ll be me, the rhythm, and Gloria Estefan |
Emilio ain’t feeling no lyrics you droppin |
You’re getting shot-up like kids in 3D movies in Compton |
Ill psychologically Melt you down like 1 inch candles |
Cause even if you’re a tough guy, you’ll be needing a shrink like Tony Soprano |
Man, oh, man, oh, man… I'm nice |
With volumes of rhymes that knock harder than Jay-Z's life |
I’ll make your brain freeze twice, like chugging a double slurpee |
In the kiss of the spiderwoman, William couldn’t Hurt me |
Cause you could train harder than subway cars in Dojos |
And I’ll still be makin ya run raps |
'til your heart bursts like your fuckin name was FloJo |