Snakes & Vipers

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Tuff Thompson

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My rhyming skill tears the flesh like a tyrannosaurus
Is that the best lyric you're spitting and performing for us
Your verses are shite, with a sub-par weak chorus
This time you can't blame this, on the Rothschilds and George Sorus
Huh, You rats and mice's, are just feces
You don't need the telekinesis
Or lord Jesus
To know, that I am tearing your thesis, into pieces
Fame decreases
Your pictures on police releases
Hip-Hop warden, don't let me have to go to the boot
& Introduce you to the Bat-man like Commish Gordan
When I buss lyrics, the God Fathers are Stunned
Like athletes injured, I put strains on Ten-Dons
I beat my chest acting ape shit like King Kong
You rappers. huh, stuck up pussies like fem-doms
On my plate, you tried to move my China like Hong-Kong
Like a suicide, who failed a test your, Dead-Wrong
Listen
My showmanship of speakership equals leadership
Investor, I don't want the Porsche, I want the Dealership
Realistic, animalistic, from this spit-shit
From now on, I'm pointing upwards like a cleft-lip
Bullshite detective
Lyrically effective
The introspective
I'm killing foreign and domestic
I make Wonga from Tonga to the Congo
Verses powerful like lightning and thunder
What number you rate dem lyric deh ten
Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen
Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend
Listen err what Come again
What number you rate dem lyric deh ten
Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen
Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend
Listen err what Come again
When you hear my Lyrical Voodoo
You will excrete Doodoo
Cry Boo-Hoo
And file peace papers the Desmond Tutu
The Shaka Zulu
I Slice, like Mr Sulu
The Clarke Kent
With glasses bent
I see through you
Guns and pulling strap outs
You better wake and snap out
I'm working bloody flat out
You're begging with your hat out
You want me to back out
You want me to be like B&Q without the bathroom essentials & tap out
Surrounded by philistines, snitches, and gossip squawkers
Fast and furious like the rock, but you aren't Gibraltar
Now you're hanging off the balcony, you're a good talker
Trust me blood, Luke ain't the only Skywalker
Hip-Hop fiend, a psychologist dream
Slapping dirty cuckle's about like church tambourines
Listen
I'm just a lyrical rapping show pleaser
You know the location of the pyramid
Everybody knows about the Giza
Listen bredrin you are not the master
No more getting bad advice, from pagan dry foot ashy bastards
Tip your hat to me like, morning star
Don't let me have to visit your little flat in the morning star
& Your crew and your bredrin will be, morning star
Cos I sent your ass to Lucifer, morning star
Listen
Lock me down and generate strife
Until I Alicia Keys like Swift Beats wife
You're a wanker, not gangsta, pure foolishness your bringing
Acting like the Four Tops, pointing and singing
Now you're locked up with the roadman they're faces are grinning
Cos your yeye ball swell up and your ring piece stinging
It's the truth
What number you rate dem lyric deh ten
Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen
Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend
Listen err what Come again
What number you rate dem lyric deh ten
Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen
Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend
Listen err what Come again
Yes, give me a life span
With a stretch of sand
And a piece of land
A glass Condo, with a whip, Bike, and a Mini-Van
Listen fam, you're not the man
You're not Jackie Chan
You're not intricate like the carved woods of Pakistan
Like the charge of the Knights Templars, I am burning fam
Don't let me have to start a world war, like Franz Ferdinand
You saw my eyes, you hesitated and you upped and ran
Next time your mum, won't chase me away with a bloody Frying Pan
You want a fast start
You got a glass heart
A little pressure, then you arse fart, To raaasclart
Lyrics so sharp, I once killed fifteen mc's with just a pencil
A Fucking pencil
Humble yourself you better take that loss
You be hearing so much wheel ups you'd think that Airplanes be taking off
I feel the breath departing
I feel the trouble starting
Call me Upton Park, Cos I'm 2 stops from Bloody Barking
I'm a beacon of the lyrical never mediocre
Verse killer promoter, knowledge of self and power broker
You're an eeee-diot Waste-Man, No hoper
You really think that Joaquin Phoenix is the only Joker
Talking about carrying 4.4's
The only 4.4's ya seeing, Is Marvels Thor 4
Real heads call you Sure Bore
I don't even know why your team, even put you on the Tour for

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