Ridiculous Lyrics
| Song | Ridiculous |
| Artist | Tonedeff |
| Album | Underscore |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| V1 | |
| It is un-****ing-believable, whenever I proceed to besiege beats | |
| With a mean streak, lacing tracks phatter than sneakers in Beat Street | |
| Seeing to it that each week I've agreed to defeat the weakest of MCs | |
| Including G's with Keys, Cheese & Bentley's | |
| Guaranteed to receive a high degree of status | |
| Due to my steeze using this aparatus, toss rappers like faggots do salads | |
| Staggered by the amount of malice that I've managed to average | |
| Any MC grabbing this mic after me is needing their hands bandaged | |
| Master mechanic, assembling verses | |
| I'll be jerking your purse, return with a smirk and a proof of purchase | |
| Im verbally perfect, and I'm assertive when I serve who deserves it | |
| Y'all coming up short, you've got smurfs in the circus nervous | |
| I've been alerted you've heard this, pounding with crazy shit | |
| With a tendency to hurt kids… don't allow me to babysit | |
| The compounding's amazing it's slated to change the face of this | |
| Restoring the fear of skills in you lyrical atheists. | |
| Chorus x2: | |
| When I rhyme just a little bit, Everybody's feeling it | |
| Making sure the rhythm is hitting when I be killing it | |
| Really, I make a chicken wanna get with this | |
| Baby, say my name, "TONEDEFF", that kid is ridiculous. | |
| V2 | |
| I'm rearranging the game we play with a blazing array of ways | |
| To display dismay and decay on the faces of fakes that say | |
| They be claiming to turn the page, when they're plainly afraid of change | |
| So, like God with a laptop… I'll be saving the day | |
| Never the one to disgrace a blank stage or stay in the same place | |
| Aiming to lay waste to these snakes that ain't vacating the 48 states | |
| And Locating them in the other 2. Making em pay | |
| Blatantly taking away their weight and then gaining a W | |
| And then I be coming through with a nastiness | |
| That ain't been seen since your girl came clean, and really revealed just who the daddy is | |
| Happiness is rapping and splacking chicks | |
| I dominate tricks, and turn pimps into pacifist masochists | |
| The most tactical activist and I'm letting the world know | |
| These cats is more half-ass than the award show that the Source throws | |
| Feats are Herculean like Kevin Sorbo | |
| The lyrical Zorro, carving initials into your torso. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| V3 | |
| I'm a man on a mission | |
| Skills on the mic don't equate to your paper chase or the hate you place in your ammunition | |
| It's fact or fiction, I'm acting towards your abolition | |
| I'm cracking you ghost just to battle you're fractured apparition | |
| Rhythms I map with hand crafted precision | |
| No longer will I tolerate these cats that's fraudulent like Darva Conger | |
| To be famous for 2 minutes | |
| When their whole delivery comes off flatter that a 12-year-old female gymnast | |
| They have neither the capacity or the fitness… for instance | |
| These cats be thinking they're ill just cause they've got syphilis | |
| I come prepared with a quickness | |
| Their boys could testify nude for them in a courtcase and wouldn't bare witness | |
| Competition best to be scared shitless | |
| I'll sever their legs and toss a ruler in front of em… see if they go the distance | |
| This is readily on my wishlist | |
| Like, sticking a chick that be sipping the tip of my dick until she's lipless | |
| The gist is it only takes a second to diss ya | |
| Bitch, you couldn't match wits if you cloned a twin of Alicia | |
| With lesser odds of winning with a militia | |
| Blackmailing your bitch, telling her that I'm gonna send you the picture | |
| Of me and her playing strip-twister | |
| These are the consequences you face when your only aim in the game is to get richer | |
| Making intelligence legitimate when I be spitting it | |
| You may be hard but you're lyrically impotent | |
| And I've been ripping shit since square one | |
| Persistence in killing insolence like when women insist to get their hair done | |
| I tear the sun out the sky if it's hogging my shine | |
| If a track is ill, then it's probably mine. |
| V1 | |
| It is un ingbelievable, whenever I proceed to besiege beats | |
| With a mean streak, lacing tracks phatter than sneakers in Beat Street | |
| Seeing to it that each week I' ve agreed to defeat the weakest of MCs | |
| Including G' s with Keys, Cheese Bentley' s | |
| Guaranteed to receive a high degree of status | |
| Due to my steeze using this aparatus, toss rappers like faggots do salads | |
| Staggered by the amount of malice that I' ve managed to average | |
| Any MC grabbing this mic after me is needing their hands bandaged | |
| Master mechanic, assembling verses | |
| I' ll be jerking your purse, return with a smirk and a proof of purchase | |
| Im verbally perfect, and I' m assertive when I serve who deserves it | |
| Y' all coming up short, you' ve got smurfs in the circus nervous | |
| I' ve been alerted you' ve heard this, pounding with crazy shit | |
| With a tendency to hurt kids don' t allow me to babysit | |
| The compounding' s amazing it' s slated to change the face of this | |
| Restoring the fear of skills in you lyrical atheists. | |
| Chorus x2: | |
| When I rhyme just a little bit, Everybody' s feeling it | |
| Making sure the rhythm is hitting when I be killing it | |
| Really, I make a chicken wanna get with this | |
| Baby, say my name, " TONEDEFF", that kid is ridiculous. | |
| V2 | |
| I' m rearranging the game we play with a blazing array of ways | |
| To display dismay and decay on the faces of fakes that say | |
| They be claiming to turn the page, when they' re plainly afraid of change | |
| So, like God with a laptop I' ll be saving the day | |
| Never the one to disgrace a blank stage or stay in the same place | |
| Aiming to lay waste to these snakes that ain' t vacating the 48 states | |
| And Locating them in the other 2. Making em pay | |
| Blatantly taking away their weight and then gaining a W | |
| And then I be coming through with a nastiness | |
| That ain' t been seen since your girl came clean, and really revealed just who the daddy is | |
| Happiness is rapping and splacking chicks | |
| I dominate tricks, and turn pimps into pacifist masochists | |
| The most tactical activist and I' m letting the world know | |
| These cats is more halfass than the award show that the Source throws | |
| Feats are Herculean like Kevin Sorbo | |
| The lyrical Zorro, carving initials into your torso. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| V3 | |
| I' m a man on a mission | |
| Skills on the mic don' t equate to your paper chase or the hate you place in your ammunition | |
| It' s fact or fiction, I' m acting towards your abolition | |
| I' m cracking you ghost just to battle you' re fractured apparition | |
| Rhythms I map with hand crafted precision | |
| No longer will I tolerate these cats that' s fraudulent like Darva Conger | |
| To be famous for 2 minutes | |
| When their whole delivery comes off flatter that a 12yearold female gymnast | |
| They have neither the capacity or the fitness for instance | |
| These cats be thinking they' re ill just cause they' ve got syphilis | |
| I come prepared with a quickness | |
| Their boys could testify nude for them in a courtcase and wouldn' t bare witness | |
| Competition best to be scared shitless | |
| I' ll sever their legs and toss a ruler in front of em see if they go the distance | |
| This is readily on my wishlist | |
| Like, sticking a chick that be sipping the tip of my dick until she' s lipless | |
| The gist is it only takes a second to diss ya | |
| Bitch, you couldn' t match wits if you cloned a twin of Alicia | |
| With lesser odds of winning with a militia | |
| Blackmailing your bitch, telling her that I' m gonna send you the picture | |
| Of me and her playing striptwister | |
| These are the consequences you face when your only aim in the game is to get richer | |
| Making intelligence legitimate when I be spitting it | |
| You may be hard but you' re lyrically impotent | |
| And I' ve been ripping shit since square one | |
| Persistence in killing insolence like when women insist to get their hair done | |
| I tear the sun out the sky if it' s hogging my shine | |
| If a track is ill, then it' s probably mine. |
| V1 | |
| It is un ingbelievable, whenever I proceed to besiege beats | |
| With a mean streak, lacing tracks phatter than sneakers in Beat Street | |
| Seeing to it that each week I' ve agreed to defeat the weakest of MCs | |
| Including G' s with Keys, Cheese Bentley' s | |
| Guaranteed to receive a high degree of status | |
| Due to my steeze using this aparatus, toss rappers like faggots do salads | |
| Staggered by the amount of malice that I' ve managed to average | |
| Any MC grabbing this mic after me is needing their hands bandaged | |
| Master mechanic, assembling verses | |
| I' ll be jerking your purse, return with a smirk and a proof of purchase | |
| Im verbally perfect, and I' m assertive when I serve who deserves it | |
| Y' all coming up short, you' ve got smurfs in the circus nervous | |
| I' ve been alerted you' ve heard this, pounding with crazy shit | |
| With a tendency to hurt kids don' t allow me to babysit | |
| The compounding' s amazing it' s slated to change the face of this | |
| Restoring the fear of skills in you lyrical atheists. | |
| Chorus x2: | |
| When I rhyme just a little bit, Everybody' s feeling it | |
| Making sure the rhythm is hitting when I be killing it | |
| Really, I make a chicken wanna get with this | |
| Baby, say my name, " TONEDEFF", that kid is ridiculous. | |
| V2 | |
| I' m rearranging the game we play with a blazing array of ways | |
| To display dismay and decay on the faces of fakes that say | |
| They be claiming to turn the page, when they' re plainly afraid of change | |
| So, like God with a laptop I' ll be saving the day | |
| Never the one to disgrace a blank stage or stay in the same place | |
| Aiming to lay waste to these snakes that ain' t vacating the 48 states | |
| And Locating them in the other 2. Making em pay | |
| Blatantly taking away their weight and then gaining a W | |
| And then I be coming through with a nastiness | |
| That ain' t been seen since your girl came clean, and really revealed just who the daddy is | |
| Happiness is rapping and splacking chicks | |
| I dominate tricks, and turn pimps into pacifist masochists | |
| The most tactical activist and I' m letting the world know | |
| These cats is more halfass than the award show that the Source throws | |
| Feats are Herculean like Kevin Sorbo | |
| The lyrical Zorro, carving initials into your torso. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| V3 | |
| I' m a man on a mission | |
| Skills on the mic don' t equate to your paper chase or the hate you place in your ammunition | |
| It' s fact or fiction, I' m acting towards your abolition | |
| I' m cracking you ghost just to battle you' re fractured apparition | |
| Rhythms I map with hand crafted precision | |
| No longer will I tolerate these cats that' s fraudulent like Darva Conger | |
| To be famous for 2 minutes | |
| When their whole delivery comes off flatter that a 12yearold female gymnast | |
| They have neither the capacity or the fitness for instance | |
| These cats be thinking they' re ill just cause they' ve got syphilis | |
| I come prepared with a quickness | |
| Their boys could testify nude for them in a courtcase and wouldn' t bare witness | |
| Competition best to be scared shitless | |
| I' ll sever their legs and toss a ruler in front of em see if they go the distance | |
| This is readily on my wishlist | |
| Like, sticking a chick that be sipping the tip of my dick until she' s lipless | |
| The gist is it only takes a second to diss ya | |
| Bitch, you couldn' t match wits if you cloned a twin of Alicia | |
| With lesser odds of winning with a militia | |
| Blackmailing your bitch, telling her that I' m gonna send you the picture | |
| Of me and her playing striptwister | |
| These are the consequences you face when your only aim in the game is to get richer | |
| Making intelligence legitimate when I be spitting it | |
| You may be hard but you' re lyrically impotent | |
| And I' ve been ripping shit since square one | |
| Persistence in killing insolence like when women insist to get their hair done | |
| I tear the sun out the sky if it' s hogging my shine | |
| If a track is ill, then it' s probably mine. |
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