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wolfman d - too soft lyrics

you’re too soft
i heard you get queasy watchin surgery
the nerve of ye’
yeah, you been to jail, but just for purgery
you can’t even lift my rhyme book
cause them bars are abounding
leavin rappers speechless
cause my speeches are dumbfounding

and i’m clownin’ on these hounds
that be softer than a teddy bear
call me claritin d
so my rhymes stay pretty clear
i’m hardcore
like a stale jawbreaker
you’re faker than a 8 dollar bill
printed on recycled paper

i’m the flow god
for you to be better is blasphemy
and heracy, i’ll blow you into bits
like i’m master chief
its been a while
but these muscles never atrophy
i’ll whip all these kids into shape
call me master d

you hatin’ on it? mad at me?
stop it kid, you flatter me
i break knees, shatter dreams
resort to teabagery
your dairy queen haggary
ain’t a d-mned match for me
that -ss is gr-ss, you battle me
i’ll school you rat b-st-rds, g
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you’re too soft
you’re like marshmallow fluff
stuffed with boiled cabage and
melted reeses cups
you’ll get eatten up
by an old lady with no t–th or dentures
you’re softer than the walls
in a mental health center

yall n-ggas must be crazy
thinkin’ yall can faze me
devil’s advocate suggests
that yall just deaf, dumb, and lazy
thinkin you hard cause you roll
with 9 or 10 of them
and out here slingin rocks
like an angry palastinian

yall like,”yo, i got racks”
nah, you got packs of soot
cause your cream burnt holes in
your pocketbook
outhere actin bold and brash
writin checks with your mouth
that i collect and have to cash at your -ss
with my foot

look, by hook or by crook
i got you n-ggas shook
kidnap your candy -ss
and drown you in a brook
attackin every angle, corner
cranny and knook
but i’m only throwin’ jabs
cause you can’t handle a hook
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you’re too soft
you’re charmin mixed with cottonelle
in a bathtub of backrubs, baby sh-t
rotten smellin
fresh cake, landolakes b-tter
and a mandate that we should preach for peace in middle east
for fellow man’s sake

packin’ pieces
claimed you’re raised by the streets
but get put in the heat
and show you’re bred by the yeast
i’m not one to spray gats
but to meley with tact
dont judge this book by the cover
til you read whats on its back

got stacks of fat knowledge
spewin cold hard facts
like i’m hailin out my mouth
and you’re caught in a trap
get locked on by the bull h-rns
and you then get gored
all you wh0r-s thinkin’ i’m easy work
thats cheese on a board

and you get snapped on
runnin’ your yap knowing
you’re low hanging fruit for the weakest
to snack on
step half correct to my scripts
for a lyrical goring
cause my songs are like oil drills
they’re long and they’re boring

- wolfman d lyrics

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