CHORUS Turn it Up! Turn it Up! Drama King! (Drama King) In The Mix (In the mix with Kay Slay!) Tonedeff – (In this bitch)/ QN5 – (we the shit) Turn It Up!! (Turn It Up!!)
V1 – TONEDEFF See, now I’d bet a fuckin G, you prolly thinkin’, now, who the fuck is this misfit/ Proving something on this mix, Dude this must be a misprint/ True, im bumpin this list, trick, move, I’m snuffing these bitch kids Y’all niggas is bout as sweet as the nugget stuffed in them twix sticks/ It’s Tonedeff, the nigga dat cuts through these suckas with swift lips/ Clueless fuckers get wigs split, Rumors come but they’re dismissed/ Fooling us with a quick switch? Tuned to some other mix disc/ Would be like finding Nas with the Blueprint bumping in his whip/ Fools get dumped in a ditch, just rudely fronting like big fish/ Now, print this, The Plague, bitch, crews don’t want it with this clique/ You was hunting for tidbits, then you found the Archetype and K-Slay, the playa with the most exclusive cuts in the bizness/ My shit is a little bit more than the human tongue can omit/ Hit floosies up where their slits drip, do this under their clit lids/ Columbian & Cuban blood under this skin, Who can touch the description of a psuedo-super-pun with a slim trim/ I’m – the new and improved functioning whiz with Luger-lungs/ And the fitness to the deliver the most brutal bumps to these dim wits/ I’m Driven as if I threw a clutch in the stick shift/ One listen’ll strip 30 years from your life, shit, music this comes with a pension/ Intensive, administration of a million tooth-puncturing pin-pricks/ From all of your minions to the bastard who fronts your equipment/ Disaster soon comes in a instant/ To pussy virtual tools, like Lara Croft with a two guns tucked in her middrift/ Dig this busted youth becoming so twisted/ Kids’ll request Smilez & Southstar more than the true 100% shit/ QN5 is the governing imprint/ That’s bludgeoning oppostition with the indifference of a grandmother who would smother an infant/ I’ll leave you stunned as I come to admit this/ Yo, son, nah, really… you’re nice… and J.Lo’s pussy’s a wonderful Christian/ I’m adjusting my lenses… niggas really looked thug from a distance/ But the minute you come close, you see the slump in their limp wrist / And I’m plugging your chick, dig? it’s nothing tremendous/ See… I loan her the cock, and you’re stuck with the interest/ Her lust won’t allow her to front or resist this/ Stiff dick that so big, that Tonedeff get counted as a couple in the census/ Punch with a clenched fist, rupturing defenses, till your only fear is survival/ I will spit scriptures that embarrass the bible/ Go ahead, spit, You’re still wearing the title? Then back it’s back to your place/ I’ll say you’re wack to your face, faster than simon from American Idol.
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