Wolfman D - Too Soft lyrics

You're too soft I heard you get queasy watchin surgery The nerve of ye' Yeah, you been to jail, but just for purgery You can't even lift my rhyme book Cause them bars are abounding Leavin rappers speechless Cause my speeches are dumbfounding And I'm clownin' on these hounds That be softer than a teddy bear Call me claritin D So my rhymes stay pretty clear I'm hardcore Like a stale jawbreaker You're faker than a 8 dollar bill Printed on recycled paper I'm the flow god For you to be better is blasphemy And heracy, I'll blow you into bits Like I'm Master Chief Its been a while But these muscles never atrophy I'll whip all these kids into shape Call me master D You hatin' on it? Mad at me? Stop it kid, you flatter me I break knees, shatter dreams Resort to teabagery Your Dairy Queen Haggary Ain't a damned match for me That a** is gra**, you battle me I'll School you rat ba*tards, G --------------------------------------------------------- You're too soft You're like marshmallow fluff Stuffed with boiled cabage and Melted reeses cups You'll get eatten up By an old lady with no teeth or dentures You're softer than the walls In a mental health center Yall n***as must be crazy Thinkin' yall can faze me Devil's advocate suggests That yall just deaf, dumb, and lazy Thinkin you hard cause you roll With 9 or 10 of them And out here slingin rocks Like an angry palastinian Yall like,"yo, I got racks" Nah, you got packs of soot Cause your cream burnt holes in Your pocketbook Outhere actin bold and brash Writin checks with your mouth That I collect and have to cash at your a** With my foot Look, by hook or by crook I got you n***as shook Kidnap your candy a** And drown you in a brook Attackin every angle, corner Cranny and knook But I'm only throwin' jabs Cause you can't handle a hook ------------------------------------------------------------ You're too soft You're charmin mixed with cottonelle In a bathtub of backrubs, baby sh** Rotten smellin Fresh cake, landolakes bu*ter And a mandate that we should preach for peace in middle east For fellow man's sake Packin' pieces Claimed you're raised by the streets But get put in the heat And show you're bred by the yeast I'm not one to spray gats But to meley with tact Dont judge this book by the cover Til you read whats on its back Got stacks of fat knowledge Spewin cold hard facts Like i'm hailin out my mouth And you're caught in a trap Get locked on by the bull horns And you then get gored All you who*es thinkin' I'm easy work Thats cheese on a board And you get snapped on Runnin' your yap knowing You're low hanging fruit for the weakest To snack on Step half correct to my scripts For a lyrical goring Cause my songs are like oil drills They're long and they're boring