Tone Deaf — Verse 3

Scored May 17, 2026

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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 King Von, 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)

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