Tone Deaf

[Intro]
Yeah, Im sorry (Huh?)
What did you say?
Oh, I cant hear you
I have an ear inf!cktion and I cunt finger it out (Out) , yeah (I need Auto-Tune)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Its my alter egos fault
These evil thoughts could 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, lets go back-back to my castle (Yeah)
I dont wanna haxxle you, Alexandra
But my d!cks 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, Ill probably forget you
Guess thats what the Molly and ex do (What the f!ck?)
Cause who the f!ck 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)
Im goin in-nn like the red roof (Red Roof Inn)
You dont 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 youre watchin your heart race like youre 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 Im tryin to say is Im drivin em all crazy

[Chorus]
I can't understand a word you say (Im tone-deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay (Im tone-deaf)
I wont stop even when my hair turns grey (Im tone-deaf)
Cause they wont stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I see the rap game, then attack the verses (Uh)
Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses (Yeah)
Just like your funeral, Im at your service (What?)
Pockets on stuff 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 handful 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 its a five-star,' yeah
Or leap into the deep end of the pool
I can show you where the dives are (Get it?), ha
We dont even gotta drive far
I know this spot that is so live
But Im tryna get some head first (What?), like a nosedive (Haha)
So many side chicks, cant decide which to slide with and which should I ditch
So when it comes to axx, b!tch, I get behind like the Heimlich (Get behind, yeah)
Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin sides sh!t
Pushed her out the Sidekick, then I flipped the lil white b!tch off like a light switch (B!tch)
Its okay not to like my sh!t
Everythings fine, drink your wine, b! tch
And get offline, quit whinin, this is just a rhyme, b!tch (Rhyme, b!tch)
But ask me, will Istick 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 mes a piece of cake?
Im harder than findin Harvey Weinstein a date (Damn)
And thats why they say I got more lines than Black Friday
So save that ssssh!t for the damn library (Shh)
You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah)
Well, I am Piss Pissedofferson (Oh)
Pauls askin for Christmas off again
I said, 'No,' then I spit this song for him
It goes

[Chorus]
I cant understand a word you say (Im tone-deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay (Im tone-deaf)
I wont stop even when my hair turns grey (Im tone-deaf)
Cause they wont stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
B!tch, I can make 'orange ' rhyme with 'banana' (Yeah)
Oran-nana
Eating pork rinds, sword fightin in pajamas
At the crib, playin Fortnite with your grandma
But Im more like a four-five with the grammar
Bout to show you why your five favorite rappers cant touch this
But before I get the hammer
I should warn you, Im 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
Id need to be a motherf!ckin pizzeria
But you aint gettin no cheese from me
I went from Little Caesars , BLTses, grilled cheeses
Bein dirt poor to filthy rich, Im still me, b!tch
Like a realtor, thats real tea (Realty), b!tch (Real talk)
Aftermath, b!tch, whole camps 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
B!tch, Im a hurricane, youre a blowhard
Like your old broad, she full of semen (Sea men), like the coast guard
And lifes been pretty good to me so far (Yeah), for the most part
Had a couple of run- ins with po-po, caught
A couple axxault charges, got a few priors (Priers) like crowbars (Priors)
Which is so odd cause Im forty-eight now
That 5-0s startin to creep up on me like a patrol car (Woo)
Ill be an old fart, but you dont want no part, so, b!tch, dont start (Dont start)
Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart
I aint went nowhere, call me coleslaw
Cause Im out for the cabbage and Im so raw
And if time is money, you have no clocks
And any folk caught within close proximitys gettin cold-cocked
My enemies, Im a chimney, give me the smoke, opps
And R.I.P. to King Von, and it dont stop, and I know not
What the f!ck you say? I told yall, it aint me, its my alter egos fault
But if yall wanna cancel me, no prob
Ill tell you the same thing I told Paul (Woo)

[Chorus]
I cant understand a word you say (Im tone-deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay (Im tone-deaf)
I wont stop even when my hair turns grey (Im tone-deaf)
Cause they wont stop until they cancel me (Im tone-deaf)