TONEDEFF - Detonator (Aka Trife = Truffles) lyrics

rate me

I am the epitome of mentally fit lyrical wizardry

Fear the ability, making miracles appear to you vividly

With an affinity within me willing to deal every enemy penalties

You're over the line, cause you crossed me like symmetry

You're that pussy, cat that's finicky like Morris

Serving ya' plate, but every inning you're scoreless

Making ya' day like Doris, I'll put you away for good like storage

My formula's more of a sure thing than a whore It's:

Shorten your life-span with a verse and a chorus

I'm certain to floor kids, the minute I rip the curtains before us

Asserting the forces of nature, burning ya' forest

Even hurling sterling performers twirling towards the camera lenses of

discerning tourists observing the horrors

As they take it all in like porous surfaces

Spurting these murderous lyrical scourges

Cause I'm a purist and you're TRIFE life is purposeless

Just give it up, like slutty mannequins, you're a fake fuck

It seems you lost all your sense like Helen Keller going bankrupt

I'm pitch shifting, making your facial display change up

Detaching your superfluous pieces like pay stubs

You didn't take nuff precaution

Stepping to Tonedeff is like calling out Irish motherfuckers in Boston

I'm hunting you down for goodwill, my game is out there

You couldn't rock in your grandma's house chair

My syntax rearranges your flesh like skin grafts

The odds of you winning are slimmer than Ally McBeal on Slimfast

You're like them other actresses

I'm tighter than 4 virgins in solitary confinement

with hymens as THICK as rubber mattresses

With asses split to make a perfect fit- like a cock in you

I only play your shit to remind me what not to do

I'm executing verses you thought were impossible

From the JUMP, you were merely a hoppable obstacle

Stick ya' like Popsicle's, in lines you stand in back of me

On tracks, you couldn't bust a nut

while a slamming a hammer in the Planters factory

I'm seedier that your papi, you're a flower, son

Your hour's come in a plastic bag, just watch me devour some

Your delusions of power's done, cause each and all believe you need to fall

So, I be torching up ya bleeding walls like Seton Hall

Deleting beats and knocking your skull into a handy coffin

So don't be shocked when you're the man on the moon like Andy Kaufman

You'll be deader than Bambi's mom when the brush went up in smoke

You're shit's cheesier than the state of Wisconsin

Yo, fate is a consonant; cause, "AE!!", I-O-U nothing

You've just been 'disem-voweled' as I've been rocking shit

You know the difference between you and a dog's life?

Yo, Eventually with training a dog'll be nice