Kronic Braggart Lyrics

Kronic Braggart lyrics

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It takes a punk motherfucker to brag, but go figure



Flow nigga? I'm leaving your bitch with more just 3 holes in her



Stuff woodchips into your corpse and torture you with a soul splinter



Blowing over you into the net, like you was a 4 foot goaltender



Hold ya pen up, I'll swipe it off with your hand attached, Imagine that



Your faggot ass is the poster girl for Vagistat



You're braggin that you defeated me with a battle rap in a hear me chat



Stop riding my dick...gimme the fuckin saddle back



Fast to react, I'm certain to, FACT



The only pat on the back you ever got was when mommy was burping you



I burn shit up, give your father a nervous hug



This shit is just like TLC at dinner the way that I serve this scrub



My words are much more elaborate than a Persian rug



Cause I'm more of a novel writer than the author of "To Sir With
Love"



I twirl a thug impostor into pasta; you got the look



but you ain't worth a fuckin word like a speech from Laetitia Casta



This'll cost ya much more than a loss, I want your life force



Tonight, you're going down for sure, bitch, like a dyke whore



These high purity viruses, I fight off



Cause I'm dousing the chronic plague with industrial Lysol



Twice as raw, cause I pen a sonnet a day



Richard Simmons told me this commie kronic plague was atomically gay



In the most astonishing way, I be taking the the fast route



Battling me, You're like a frog in a bathhouse, ass out



I'm reversing the last doubt, that I can smoke you in a conflict



Amputating your arms so I can poke you in the armpit



With the sharpest of objects



You should take immodium AD, because you need to stop that soft shit



Im encoding the proper topics to cover



Even started a non-for-profit organization to kill you under



I chop prison's in half, and split cells



Bitch you rhyme like Ricky Martin just stuck his dick in your shit-well



I wish to dispel, any notion you spit well



Strap zarbon to a car bomb, spark the engine and excel



I watched your head swell from your sweetest moment



With Glamour Shots with an airbrushed t-shirt saying 'I Beat Tonedeff' on it



I deliver the type of flow components that zone in



Attaching to the weakest host, and then slowly drone till your brain's
imploding



Controlling your mind to expose you in public



Cause yo, my style is like a hooker with herpes - Not to be fucked with



Don't even attempt to blush, bitch, or even take a stand



Got you shook, like the Pope and Mohammed Ali shaking hands



This is the way I land, with minimization



I am iller than all the kids in the make a wish foundation



So, fuck a braggin bastard with a massive passion



Your girl said you come up short



with your rhyme schemes and just how fast you've lasted



You bite more than a scrappy mastiff



I drafted a pack of stationary reading 'Plague's a Pussy' on the masthead



I'm giving the medical field a new reason to research



Making your head chatter enough to make your fucking teeth hurt



Revert and I will come and find you



Bitch, I will even produce the beat you'll be saying you battle rhymes to



A lyrical gift that shines true to blind you



I would go back and obliterate your atoms if I had the time to



Everything you're spitting I strike a line through, like it's connect the
dots



Fuck a last line, I wrecked your spot - what