Tone Deaf

Yeah, I'm sorry (huh?)

What did you say?

Oh, I can't hear you

I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (out), yeah (I need autotune)

Yeah

It's my alter ego's fault

These evil thoughts can be so dark

Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts

I eat, doze off to "Rico Suave" (look it up)

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

A backpack full of Paxil, a black satchel, a knapsack

And a flask full of 'gnac and Jack Daniels

Girl, let's go back, back to my castle (yeah)

I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra

But my dick's an acronym 'cause it stands for you (stands for you, oh)

Wait, Alexandra who? (Damn)

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 fuck?)

'Cause who the fuck am I laying next to? (Huh)

But ever since D-Nice To Tha Rescue, Fila Fresh Crew (uh)

I been a lab rat (yeah) from a test tube (uh)

I'm goin' in like the Red Roof (Red Roof Inn)

You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks (yeah)

Call it caught between a rock and a hard place

Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace

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

In a car chase with the cops or an arcade

Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race duckin' saw blades

At a stop and a start pace

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

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 her grandmother

In a tan colored van pull up with a hand full of Xans

And a substantial amount of gan' just to ask what my-

Plans-plans for the night are (yeah)

I said, "Sneak into the Sleep Inn 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 (get it?) Ha

We don't even gotta drive far

I know this spot that is so live

But I'm tryna get some head first (what?)

Like a nosedive (haha)

So many side chicks

Can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditch

So when it comes to ass, bitch

I get behind like the Heimlich (get behind, yeah)

Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit

Pushed her out, the side kick

Then I flipped the lil' white bitch off like a light switch (bitch)

It's okay not to like my shit

Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch

And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch (rhyme, bitch)

But ask me will I stick to my guns (guns) like adhesive tape? (Adhesive tape)

Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? (Huh?)

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

I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (damn)

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

So save that shit for the damn library (shh)

You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah)

Well, I am Piss Pissedofferson (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)

Bitch, I can make "Orange" rhyme with "Banana" (yeah)

Oranana

Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas

At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma

But I'm more like a four-five with the grammar

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

But before I get the hammer

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

But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or

I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me

I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria

But you ain't gettin' no cheese from me

I went from Little Caesars, BLTses, grilled cheeses

Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitch

Like a realtor, that's real tea, bitch (real talk)

Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit

We put out fire, Dre stamps it

With my cohorts, hit a bogart

Yeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God"

Here comes Barshall with no holds barred

Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blowhard

Like your old broad, she full of semen, like the coast guard (haha)

And life's been pretty good to me so far (yeah), for the most part

Had a couple of run-ins with popo, caught

A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars (priors)

Which is so odd 'cause I'm 48 now

That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car (woo)

I'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so, bitch, don't start (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' cold-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 fuck you say? I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter ego's fault (haha)

But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob

I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul (woo)

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)