[Lyric] Deadweight (Tommy Wit Da Tone)

[Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone]

Creeping out the muthafuckin cut, tell you what
I ain’t fuckin witcha bitch cause that bitch ugly as fuck
Construct a fuckin rut now a playa stay stuck
No slack in my mack but I lack in the strut
No hoes, dead phone, in my reup cause I’m broke
Yeah life got me down, everyone wanna provoke
Get the smoke, go and choke, breakin a lemon suckas bones
Now these muthafuckas really wanna test the fuckin tone
Next muthafucka who be tryna say some shit
Gonna be gettin gonna be kissin my muthafuckin boot tip
Break a bitch boy down cause I’m fuckin pissed
Get bent real quick, hop thе fuck up off my dick
Fuck him, fuck her, fuck you, fuck y’all
Everybody on my nervеs, wanna see all of you fall
Don’t wanna get know you, don’t wanna be friends
Never fuck with anybody what can you not comprehend

[Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone]
Next time a muthafucka cut me off in traffic
Gonna lay dead yeah that shit will be so tragic
Had a bad day, wanna disappear like magic
Feelin manic, schizo, bi polar, spastic, I’m causing havoc
Eliminated, decimated, next time I’m feelin frustrated
Murder premeditated, I made the space depopulated
Why you always gotta go and be like that?
Could’ve shown respect but now your face got tire tracks
Splittin ya head in, I gotta teach you a lesson
When I bust the smith n wesson, better count your fuckin blessings
Taking it back with lyrical crack
Got you smacked up cause you act
Gettin the flack, I’m knowing you lack
The strength to get up and attack
Now listen real close, close your muthafuckin throat
You should’ve been aborted with a steel hanger of coats
Get the fuck up out my face
You bustas buncha deadweight
Meetin the devil at the gates
But first I’m makin fuckin haste, hoe