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Tonedeff - Kronic Braggart lyrics
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 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 dick...gimme 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 shitTonedeff - Kronic Braggart - http://motolyrics.com/tonedeff/kronic-braggart-lyrics.html
 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












