Kronic Braggart Songtext
von Tonedeff

I′mma let this niggas know, know what I'm sayin. I′m proud of this
Shit. Know what I'm sayin. I'mma let this niggas know what I′m sayin

Hello?
Yeah, you live there?
Yes
You listen to music? Cause I be Tonedeff
I... excuse me?
Yeah, I be Tonedeff
What are you... are you selling something?
I beat that nigga in the chatroom, know what I′m sayin?
Ok, I... I have... ok bye bye
Damn... let me tell somebody else


Boys R Us
Yo, I be Tonedeff
Excuse me?
I be Tonedeff
Excuse me, who the fuck is this?
Yo, this Chronic Plague
Ok, are you looking for a dildo or an anal plug or something?
Nah, I'm just sayin I be Tonedeff
I think you could use one
Aye, fuck you motherfucker
No, hey, fuck you
Faggot ass
Fuck off
I be Tonedeff
Why don′t you beat on this?
Beat this, I be Tonedeff nigga. What? Nigga hang up on me


Uh, Tonedeff, ha
Once again I gotta teach a bitch to keep his mouth shut, yo
It takes a punk motherfucker to brag, so go figure
Flow nigga? I'm leaving your bitch with more than just 3 holes in her
Stuff wood chips into your corpse and torture you with a soul splinter
Blow it over you into the net like you was a 4 foot goal tender
Hold your pen up, I′ll swipe it off with your hand attached
Imagine that, your faggot ass is the poster girl for Vagistat
You bragging that you defeated me with a battle rap in a Amie chat
Stop riding my dick, just give me the fucking 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′ll burn shit up, give your father a nervous hug
This here is just like TLC at dinner
The way that I'll 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 Serve With Love
I′ll twirl a plug imposter into pasta
You got the look, but you ain′t worth a
Fucking word like a speech from Leticia Costa
This'll cost you 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 Chronic Plague was atomically gay
In the most astonishing way, he be taking the fast route
Battling me? You′re like a fag in a bathhouse, ass out
I'm reversing your last doubt that I could smoke you in a conflict
Amputating your arms so I could poke you in the armpit
With the sharpness of objects
You should take Imodium A.D. because you need to stop that soft shit
I′m encoding the proper topics to cover
Even started a not for profit organization to kill you under
I chop prisons 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 Zarvon to a car bomb, spark the engine and excel
I'll watch your head swell from your sweetest moment
With glamor shots with an airbrushed
T-shirt saying "I be Tonedeff" on it
I deliver the type of flow components that zone in
Attach it to the weakest hopes and then
Slowly drone 'til your brain′s imploded
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 Muhammad Ali shaking hands
This is the way of land with minimization
I am iller than all the kids in the Make-A-Wish Foundation
So fuck a bragging bastard with a massive passion
Your girl said you come up short with your
Rhyme schemes and this how fast you 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 your battle rhymes to
A lyrical gift that shines through to blind you
I would go back and obliterate your atoms if I had the time to
Everything you spitting I strike a line
Through like it′s connect the dots
Fuck a last line, I wreck your spot, what

Hello?
Yo, I be... alright forget it, wrong number, wrong number

Darth rules everything around me, Luke
Gets the money, Jabba Jabba Hutts y'all
This is Lou Cyphur for the Tonedeff hyphen EP. I′m the guy
Who singlehandedly fucked up the Strongholdin' track. You
Know how we do. I love Tonedeff. I wanna be down. I was
Talking to Substantial the other day and I was like, "Tonedeff
Shit is just bananas." Lou Cyphur, recognize my gangsta, bitch