Текст песни tone deaf

Обновлено: 12.11.2024

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 Friday

So save that shit for the damn library (Shh)

You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah) Well, I am piss piss off'ed-eson (Oh)

Paul's askin' for Christmas off again

I said, "No," then I spit this song for him, it goes:

I 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, oranana

Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas

At the crib, playin' Fortnite wit' your grandma

But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar

Bitch, 'bout to show you why your five favorite rappers, can't touch this

But before I get the hammer, I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this manner

But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or

I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me

I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria, but you ain't gettin' no cheese from me

I went from Lil' Ceasers, BLT-ses, grilled cheeses

Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitch

Like a realtor, it's realty, bitch (Real talk)

Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit

We put out fire, Dre stamps it

With my cohorts, hit up Bogart

Yeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God"

Here comes Marshall, with no holds barred

Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blow hard

Like your old broad, she full of semen, like the coast guard

And life's been pretty good to me so far, for the most part

Had a couple of run-in's with popo, caught

A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars

Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now

That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car

I'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so bitch, don't start

Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart

I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw

'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw

And if time is money, you have no clocks

And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' Colt cocked

My enemies I'm a chimney give me the smoke, opps

And R.I.P. to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know not

What the fuck you say? I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter-ego's fault

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