Duke Westlake Cypher by ToadStool Lyrics
Music represents everything that’s apart of me
Like sheilds to a spartan, or veins into an artery
Arguablly commit arson everytime I speak
Sergeant to the game, you’re just a kamikazie team
Farther ahead like my words are in a gulliotine
Pack more punch than Ali freebasing creatine
My divinity diminishes legitamacy
Conceive a seed then teach it to impeach other MC’s
Take a stab at me, I’ll cut you with the cessarian
Interplanetary leaves you weary, I’m a barbarian
Barber cut whigs backs, bury areas with merryment
Then not giving fucks, so compare us to married men
Enter the echelon, snap jaws with extraverted napalm
Stay calm, I never replicate the same song
Release my oxygen then make profit off cocky spit
Proxy’s broke, we’re in the class, desktops full of porno flicks
I take the energy of my enemies and convert it
To synergy that difnitively means I earn this
Recognition, Toad’s synonomous with the imagery
And physically I make Mr. T look like he’s little league
Cling to me, my styles rivals an electromagnet
Melted magma spit crack shit like chapped lips
I’m back bitch, fact is you’ll still blast this
Mutant music that gives reasons why your radio’s active
Double clutch, leave em coughing from stank and rubble dust
Sock em with a donkey punch I copied from Miagi’s son
This Toad’s a sloppy one, Blossoming like a flower does
Then send cowards to the showers to pout while I devour lunch
That’s you, the daily special of my resturaunt
Been mowing down bathsalts, use caution when our paths cross
Go and grip the asphalt, face breaks from the trash talk
Crisp malt liquor goes nice with opponents cracked jaw
Decimate any collective sets of fake heavyweights
And weigh em on scales, they fraile and only featherweights
Let me demonstrate how I kill like I was leatherface
Even fate can’t save you from laying with cemetary gates
Imagine this, a masculine for a talent with
Rapping tit for tat with villians, I’m the protagonist
Devil’s advocate, next level sex masochist
Match set when I combat asskissers with the assonance
Like sheilds to a spartan, or veins into an artery
Arguablly commit arson everytime I speak
Sergeant to the game, you’re just a kamikazie team
Farther ahead like my words are in a gulliotine
Pack more punch than Ali freebasing creatine
My divinity diminishes legitamacy
Conceive a seed then teach it to impeach other MC’s
Take a stab at me, I’ll cut you with the cessarian
Interplanetary leaves you weary, I’m a barbarian
Barber cut whigs backs, bury areas with merryment
Then not giving fucks, so compare us to married men
Enter the echelon, snap jaws with extraverted napalm
Stay calm, I never replicate the same song
Release my oxygen then make profit off cocky spit
Proxy’s broke, we’re in the class, desktops full of porno flicks
I take the energy of my enemies and convert it
To synergy that difnitively means I earn this
Recognition, Toad’s synonomous with the imagery
And physically I make Mr. T look like he’s little league
Cling to me, my styles rivals an electromagnet
Melted magma spit crack shit like chapped lips
I’m back bitch, fact is you’ll still blast this
Mutant music that gives reasons why your radio’s active
Double clutch, leave em coughing from stank and rubble dust
Sock em with a donkey punch I copied from Miagi’s son
This Toad’s a sloppy one, Blossoming like a flower does
Then send cowards to the showers to pout while I devour lunch
That’s you, the daily special of my resturaunt
Been mowing down bathsalts, use caution when our paths cross
Go and grip the asphalt, face breaks from the trash talk
Crisp malt liquor goes nice with opponents cracked jaw
Decimate any collective sets of fake heavyweights
And weigh em on scales, they fraile and only featherweights
Let me demonstrate how I kill like I was leatherface
Even fate can’t save you from laying with cemetary gates
Imagine this, a masculine for a talent with
Rapping tit for tat with villians, I’m the protagonist
Devil’s advocate, next level sex masochist
Match set when I combat asskissers with the assonance