I Won an Award For This One

A'ight. So I was starvin' in the streets, yo, when I get this phone call on my cellular. It's the Tone-Deafness Institute, right? So they ask me to write up a song for them. And I do it, because, y'know, I'm Tone-Deaf too, and they do some good stuff for the cause. So I wrote up the song, and they liked it. This was about, a few years ago. This song is important 'cuz I won an award and because my old boy, DJ Wicketty-Whack left in the middle of writing it 'cuz he ain't like what I wrote down there. That's all. So DJ Phresh Loaf helped me finish it up. So step to the left and check it out, y'all.

Tone-Deafness (It's Where the Mall Is)

by MC Shaggity-Shag and DJ Phresh Loaf

Hoochies to my left, hoochies to my right.
I bust my fanky rhyme-ass every damn night.
Breakin' up the beats and I'm bringin' funky sounds,
Carrot-Bird is the word with the roots up in the ground.
Kick it in the house with the peaches in the sand,
Yo Wickety-Whack is out and my rhymes are in demand.
Got flavor to the beach, yo, Cali in the vegetables,
That goo in Whickety-Whack's hair is sticky and combustible.

(refrain)

Tone-Deafness, (It's where the mall is,)
Y'all scream like ya want it!
Tone-Deafness, (It's where the mall is,)
Give ya mama a piece of cake!

Ingrown toenail troubles, go blow some friggin bubbles
Bamm-Bamm is the son of my homeboy Barney Rubble.
That last part was stupid, DJ Whack get out my face,
Cuz if ya leave the pizza line you know I'm bound to take ya place.
I'm rhymin' with the bullet train 'cuz Whickety-Whack is too damn insane,
There gotta be somethin'wrong with the neurons in his briggety-brain.
Tone-Deafness is a bad-ass thing fillin' musicians up with fear
Like being friggin' colorblind with a damn cork up in your ear.

(repeat refrain 'til someone threatens ya life)

I'm out like phat laces. Peace.

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