Y.O.U. Freestyle by Tuff Bandit Lyrics
I make a booth look like a lavatory with the toilet flooded
Leave a microphone gutted
Under the influence of an illegal substance, I'm not an equal subject
You can't deny this
I'll infect your brain and damage your skull with encephalitis
Step a-side bitch, no need to try this
Your limbs will become a mathematical problem the way I divide it
Without the chainsaw
Fuck them insane laws
Crooked Cops flea the god damn scene with stained draws
I engage war, I'm iller than stage 4
Been a lost cause, too late to pray for
No need to wonder why these fucking demons stay swarmed
We are just guest living in Satan's forum
My lyrical formula attacks your body like Agent Orange
Then find your style placed in storage, cause your shit is boring
Once the words hit my brain the pen explodes like a missile
Now watch what I do with a fucking pistol
I wave my rhyme book over my food when the dinners cold
Your style is so "Ghost Written" your publishing should go to Dennis Coles
I perfect my craft while getting stoned
When my impact is made you can feel my words hitting bones
Worst than a fractured hairline, When I splatter there minds
Phillip Morris should sponsor me you see I kill squares, Right?
This is the part your brain divorces you
If I kicked you in your stomach you'd shit out your last breath cause my Air Forced you
Peep my serial killer torture
When I anoint your daughter with holy water then slurp it of her
Does that annoy you?
What if I took my knife and left her face looking bout as ugly as LaToya
Jackson there's no explanation for my actions
I leave the human body broken down like a mattress
My vivid illustrations you couldn't imagine. Preschool I was taught to ride carpets sort of like Aladdin
Leave a microphone gutted
Under the influence of an illegal substance, I'm not an equal subject
You can't deny this
I'll infect your brain and damage your skull with encephalitis
Step a-side bitch, no need to try this
Your limbs will become a mathematical problem the way I divide it
Without the chainsaw
Fuck them insane laws
Crooked Cops flea the god damn scene with stained draws
I engage war, I'm iller than stage 4
Been a lost cause, too late to pray for
No need to wonder why these fucking demons stay swarmed
We are just guest living in Satan's forum
My lyrical formula attacks your body like Agent Orange
Then find your style placed in storage, cause your shit is boring
Once the words hit my brain the pen explodes like a missile
Now watch what I do with a fucking pistol
I wave my rhyme book over my food when the dinners cold
Your style is so "Ghost Written" your publishing should go to Dennis Coles
I perfect my craft while getting stoned
When my impact is made you can feel my words hitting bones
Worst than a fractured hairline, When I splatter there minds
Phillip Morris should sponsor me you see I kill squares, Right?
This is the part your brain divorces you
If I kicked you in your stomach you'd shit out your last breath cause my Air Forced you
Peep my serial killer torture
When I anoint your daughter with holy water then slurp it of her
Does that annoy you?
What if I took my knife and left her face looking bout as ugly as LaToya
Jackson there's no explanation for my actions
I leave the human body broken down like a mattress
My vivid illustrations you couldn't imagine. Preschool I was taught to ride carpets sort of like Aladdin