ฟังเพลงTone Deaf (Explicit)

Lyrics by：M Mathers/L. Resto

Composed by：M Mathers/L. Resto

Yeah I'm sorry

Huh

What did you say

Oh I can't hear you

I have an ear inf**ktion and I cunt finger it out

Out haha

I need auto tune

Yeah

It's my alter ego's fault these evil thoughts could be so dark

Cerebral palsy three Zoloft's

I eat those off to Rico Suave look it up

Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back with a cracked axel

A backpack full of packs

Sell a black satchel a nap sack in the flask full of yak and Jack Daniels

Girl let's go back back to my castle

Yeah

I don't wanna hassle you Alexandra

But my d**k's an acronym 'cause it stands for you

Oh

You wait Alexandra who

D**n

All I know is Friday I met you

What

Saturday I'll probably forget you

Guess that's what the Molly and X do

What the f**k

'Cause who the f**k am I laying next to

Eh

But ever since D Nice to the rescue

Feel a fresh crew

Uh

Been a lab rat

Yeah

From a test tube

Uh

I'm goin' in like the red roof

Red roof in

You don't like it eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks

Call it caught between a rock and a hard place

Like a sasquatch in a crawl place

'Cause you're watching your heart race like you're Scarface

In a car chase with the cops or an arcade

Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race stuck in saw blades

At a stop and a start pace

What I'm tryin' to say is I'm drivin' 'em all crazy

I can't understand a word you say

I'm tone deaf

I think this way I prefer to stay

I'm tone deaf

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey

I'm tone deaf

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me

Yeah yeah

I see the rap game then attack the verses

Uh

Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses

Yeah

Just like your funeral I'm at your service

What

Pockets on stuffed like a taxidermist

Woo

Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and grandmother in a tan

Called a van pulled up with a hand full of Xans

And a substantial amount of ganja just to ask what my

Plans for the night are

Yeah

I said sneakin' to the sleepin' for the weekend and pretend it's a five star

Yeah I leap into the deep end of the pool

I can show you where the dives are

We don't even gotta drive far

I know this spot that is so live

But I'm tryna get some head first like a nose dive

Haha

So many side chicks can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditch

So when it comes to a*s b***h I get behind like the heimlich

Yeah

Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides s**t

Pushed her out the side kick your knife

Flipped the lil' white b***h off like a light switch

B***h

It's okay not to like my s**t

Everything's fine drink your wine b***h

And get offline quit whinin' this is just a rhyme b***h

But ask me will I stick to my guns like adhesive tape

Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats the cheesecake and the decent steak

You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake

I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date

Haha

And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday

So save that s**t for the d**n library

Shh

You heard of Chris Christophesen

Yeah

Well I am piss piss off'ed-eson

Oh

Paul's askin' for Christmas off again

I said "No" then I spit this song for him it goes

I can't understand a word you say

I'm tone deaf

I think this way I prefer to stay

I'm tone deaf

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey

I'm tone deaf

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me

Yeah yeah yeah

B***h I can make an orange rhyme with banana oranana

Eating pork rhines sword fightin' in pajamas

At the crib playin' Fortnite with your grandma

But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar

'Bout to show you why your five favourite rappers can't touch this

But before I get the hammer

I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this manner

But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me

I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me

I'd need to be a motherf**kin' pizzeria but you ain't gettin' no cheese from me

I went from Lil' Ceasers Bill teases grilled cheeses

Bein' dirt poured filthy rich still me b***h

Like a realtor it's realty b***h

Real talk

Aftermath b***h whole camp's lit

We put out fire DRE stamps it

With my cold hearts hit up old guard

Yeah got your whole squad yellin' "Oh God"

Here comes Marshall with no holds barred

B***h I'm a hurricane you're a blow hard

Like your old broad she full of semen like the coast guard

And life's been pretty good to me so far for the most part

Had a couple of run-in's with po-po

Caught a couple assault charges got a few priors like crowbars

Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now

That five-oh startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car

I be an old fart but you don't want no park so b***h don't start

Simmer down compose yourself Mozart

I ain't went nowhere call me coleslaw

'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw

And if time is money you have no clocks

And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' Colt cocked

My enemies I'm a chimney give me the smoke opps

And R.I.P. to King Von and it don't stop and I know not

What the f**k you say

I told y'all it ain't me it's my alter ego's fault

But if y'all wanna cancel me no prob'

I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul

I can't understand a word you say

I'm tone deaf

I think this way I prefer to stay

I'm tone deaf

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey

I'm tone deaf

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me

I'm tone deaf