Lyrics Kronic Braggart - Tonedeff
[V1]
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
shit
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
1 Space
2 Detonator
3 Spanish Song
4 The Tonedeff/Logic Project
5 Battle Rhyme Hookers
6 Mixtape-Medley
7 Strongholdin
8 Competition is None
9 Massive
10 The Book of the Dead
11 Move in, Ride Out
12 Kronic Braggart
13 Coffee
14 24HourMC Verse
15 Fast
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