Songtext zu Tone Deaf


[Intro]
Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?)
What did you say?
Oh, I can't hear you
I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (Out, haha)
(I need auto tune)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
It's my alter ego's fault, these evil thoughts could be so dark
Cerebral palsy, three Zoloft's
I eat those off to Rico Suave, look it up
Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked [?]
Sell a backpack full of packs
Sell a black satchel, a nap sack in the flask full of fuckin' Jack Daniels
Girl, let's go back, back to my castle (Yeah)
I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra
But 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 you
Guess that's what the Molly and X do (What the fuck?)
'Cause we could fuck a mile on your next two (Eh)
But еver since D Nice to thе rescue
Feel a fresh crew (Uh), been a lab rat (Yeah)
From a test tube (Uh), I'm goin' in like the red roof (Red roof in)
You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks
Call it caught between a rock and a hard place
Like a sasquatch in a crawl place
'Cause you're watching your heart race like you're Scarface
In a car chase with the cops or an arcade
Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race, stuck in saw blades
At a stop and a start pace
What I'm tryin' to say is, I'm drivin' 'em all crazy

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
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 grandmother in a tan
Called a van, pulled up with a hand full of Xans
And a substantial amount of ganja, just to ask what my
Plans for the night are (Yeah)
I said sneakin' to the sleepin' for the weekend and pretend it's a five star
Yeah, I leap into the deep end of the pool, I can show you where the dives are
We don't even gotta drive far
I 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 ditch
So when it comes to ass, I get behind like the hind lick (Yeah)
Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit
Pushed her out the side, kick your knife
Flipped the lil' white bitch off like a light switch (Bitch)
It's okay not to like my shit
Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch
And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch
But 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 Friday
So 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 again
I said, "No," then I spit this song for him, it goes:

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 3]
Bet I could make an orange rhyme with banana, oranana
Eating pork rhines, sword fightin' in pyjamas
At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma
But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar
'Bout to show you why your five favourite 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
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, Bill teases, grilled cheeses
Bein' dirt poured, filthy rich, still me, bitch
Like a realtor, it's realty, bitch (Real talk)
Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit
We put out fire, Drake stamps it
With my cold hearts, hit up old guard
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 po-po cart
A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars
Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now
That five-oh startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car
I be an old fart, but you don't want no park, 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 [?] 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's not me, it's my alter ego's fault
But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob'
I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul

[Chorus]
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 (I'm tone deaf)

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