Tonedeff - Kronic Braggart lyrics

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 dickgimme 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