Tonedeff - Battle Rhyme Hookers lyrics

This here is like Rosanne winning the lotto...beating me? Fat chance You couldn't flip sh**, 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 Ma**ive flames to find you're made of Plastic You get your Ass whipped, like donkeys to discipline You su*k, you've been hara**ing your mother for sip her tits again The think-speed of my mind is blistering But, you're slow in the head, like n***as fishing for sharks in Lake Michigan I'll twist your skin with some verbal conditioning Cause me squishing your head is easy like tricking b**hes 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 f** with my writtens n***a, 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 tetan*s 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 ama**ed 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 f** France, I scream, 'viva la Tonedeff'! b**h, Your rhyme was out of place just like n***as 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 sh**-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 k**er, stalking Lucky the Leprechaun Popped the Porcupine for the Corn he was spitting within his lexicon f**ed 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 f**in name was FloJo