Tone Deaf (Demo Version)

[Intro] Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?) What did you say? Oh, I can't hear you I have an ear in-fuck-tion and I cunt finger it out (Out), yeah (I need Auto-Tune) Yeah [Verse 1] It's my alter ego's 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 axle, a backpack full of Paxil A black satchel, a knapsack and a flask full of 'gnac and Jack Daniel's 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-nn 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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 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 it's 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 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 Sidekick, 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 3] Bitch, I can make "orange" rhyme with "banana" (Yeah) Ornana 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 (Realty), 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 (Sea men), like the coast guard And life's been pretty good to me so far (Yeah), for the most part Had a couple of run-ins with po-po, caught A couple assault charges, got a few priors (Priers) like crowbars (Priors) Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight 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 foe caught within close proximity's gettin' cold-cocked My enemies, I'm a chimney, give me the smoke, opps And R.I.P. to Pop Smoke, 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 But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul (Woo) [Chorus] 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)