Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kronic Braggart, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Hyphen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Kronic Braggart |
| It takes a punk motherfucker to brag, but go figure |
| Flow nigga? |
| I’m leaving your bitch with more just 3 holes in her |
| Stuff woodchips into your corpse and torture you with a soul splinter |
| Blowing over you into the net, like you was a 4 foot goaltender |
| Hold ya pen up, I’ll swipe it off with your hand attached, Imagine that |
| Your faggot ass is the poster girl for Vagistat |
| You’re braggin that you defeated me with a battle rap in a hear me chat |
| Stop riding my dick… gimme the fuckin saddle back |
| Fast to react, I’m certain to, FACT |
| The only pat on the back you ever got was when mommy was burping you |
| I burn shit up, give your father a nervous hug |
| This shit is just like TLC at dinner the way that I serve this scrub |
| My words are much more elaborate than a Persian rug |
| Cause I’m more of a novel writer than the author of «To Sir With Love» |
| I twirl a thug impostor into pasta; |
| you got the look |
| But you ain’t worth a fuckin word like a speech from Laetitia Casta |
| This’ll cost ya much more than a loss, I want your life force |
| Tonight, you’re going down for sure, bitch, like a dyke whore |
| These high purity viruses, I fight off |
| Cause I’m dousing the chronic plague with industrial Lysol |
| Twice as raw, cause I pen a sonnet a day |
| Richard Simmons told me this commie kronic plague was atomically gay |
| In the most astonishing way, I be taking the the fast route |
| Battling me, You’re like a frog in a bathhouse, ass out |
| I’m reversing the last doubt, that I can smoke you in a conflict |
| Amputating your arms so I can poke you in the armpit |
| With the sharpest of objects |
| You should take immodium AD, because you need to stop that soft shit |
| Im encoding the proper topics to cover |
| Even started a non-for-profit organization to kill you under |
| I chop prison’s in half, and split cells |
| Bitch you rhyme like Ricky Martin just stuck his dick in your shit-well |
| I wish to dispel, any notion you spit well |
| Strap zarbon to a car bomb, spark the engine and excel |
| I watched your head swell from your sweetest moment |
| With Glamour Shots with an airbrushed t-shirt saying 'I Beat Tonedeff' on it |
| I deliver the type of flow components that zone in |
| Attaching to the weakest host, and then slowly drone till your brain’s imploding |
| Controlling your mind to expose you in public |
| Cause yo, my style is like a hooker with herpes — Not to be fucked with |
| Don’t even attempt to blush, bitch, or even take a stand |
| Got you shook, like the Pope and Mohammed Ali shaking hands |
| This is the way I land, with minimization |
| I am iller than all the kids in the make a wish foundation |
| So, fuck a braggin bastard with a massive passion |
| Your girl said you come up short |
| With your rhyme schemes and just how fast you’ve lasted |
| You bite more than a scrappy mastiff |
| I drafted a pack of stationary reading 'Plague's a Pussy' on the masthead |
| I’m giving the medical field a new reason to research |
| Making your head chatter enough to make your fucking teeth hurt |
| Revert and I will come and find you |
| Bitch, I will even produce the beat you’ll be saying you battle rhymes to |
| A lyrical gift that shines true to blind you |
| I would go back and obliterate your atoms if I had the time to |
| Everything you’re spitting I strike a line through, like it’s connect the dots |
| Fuck a last line, I wrecked your spot — what |