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What's the Difference Video (MV)




Performed By: TypeRight
Length: 3:07
Written by: Tyler Wilson




TypeRight - What's the Difference Lyrics




You a wack party pooper, a scrooge like Ebenezer a geezer
Who too old to even know how to use a beeper
A shitty sleeper you snorin and borin' with sleep apnea
I'm coming after ya like this the Boston massacre

I shatter and splatter your crew
Cut you in two like a samurai
You're the too hammered guy at the party
Your candy ass like a roll of smarties
Hardly half as hard and large as McFly Marty

My chick is a fox like Vivica A
Your chick straight shook Like Michael J
I got a mean left hook like Dallas keuchel play
You might say I'm the GOAT it's like mike I play

Tight Js I be rolling
For you the bell is tollin'
I keep it over 100 like Nolan Ryan throwin'
You're growth is heavily stunted like Gary Coleman growin'
While I'm blowin up shows you got stage fright frozen

In the limelight you fade I glow
I'm not paid I know, but I still done slain the show
I make the most of every bit of shade they throw
So wait a minute watch me lace this flow i just go and go and go

I'm flyer than Will Smith in MIB
People wanna put my lines on an MP3
Your actions formulaic like an NPC
Culturally irrelevant like MTV

Your persona as vibrant as Williams Montel
I rip panties off on runways call me Hansel
You attend conventions for my little pony
My chick exercise demons riding me to pony

You can't keep up it's like Steven Hawking
Talking to Kid Rock about his brain's concoctions
It's shocking the way I strike quick light lightning
My wit's quite frightening yup I might bring

Rap to another level or frenzy I'm friendly
You nervous pop benzos green with envy
You bitch and moan for the old days, smoke old haze
Burger kings the only place you have it your way

I'm slick and known better than OJ I role play
My life is better with a chick who go both ways
OK, I am legend big willy or Soze
Your ass is crying gettin' high listening to Coldplay

You nothing but a cock block
No jokes but knock knocks
Short like odd job cannot talk your jaws locked
I'm top shelf in a lock box
Bye bye tata
I'm about to blow like Coke and pop rocks

More wicked than the wickedest of witches
Your life a series of unfortunate events lemony snicket
Your nose Pinocchio lying coward biting Toto
No brain like a scarecrow, as extinct as a dodo

I'm the one and only, you a lonely phoney
Perjurious testimony telling us more baloney
I spit the written diction quick and I never mumble
You enunciate like you're drunker than barney Gumble

You tumble like a weed, stumble on your feet
My footwork hakeem the dream, maybe kareem
In the paint im a saint you a sinner, huffin paint thinner
I stick to my principles like I'm skinner

I'm surrounded I ride with the crew and the fam
You overpriced like Portland marionberry jam
You're softer than squeezing some marshmallow fluff in my hand
I leave you a discarded desiccated husk of a man
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You a wack party pooper, a scrooge like Ebenezer a geezer
Who too old to even know how to use a beeper
A shitty sleeper you snorin and borin' with sleep apnea
I'm coming after ya like this the Boston massacre

I shatter and splatter your crew
Cut you in two like a samurai
You're the too hammered guy at the party
Your candy ass like a roll of smarties
Hardly half as hard and large as McFly Marty

My chick is a fox like Vivica A
Your chick straight shook Like Michael J
I got a mean left hook like Dallas keuchel play
You might say I'm the GOAT it's like mike I play

Tight Js I be rolling
For you the bell is tollin'
I keep it over 100 like Nolan Ryan throwin'
You're growth is heavily stunted like Gary Coleman growin'
While I'm blowin up shows you got stage fright frozen

In the limelight you fade I glow
I'm not paid I know, but I still done slain the show
I make the most of every bit of shade they throw
So wait a minute watch me lace this flow i just go and go and go

I'm flyer than Will Smith in MIB
People wanna put my lines on an MP3
Your actions formulaic like an NPC
Culturally irrelevant like MTV

Your persona as vibrant as Williams Montel
I rip panties off on runways call me Hansel
You attend conventions for my little pony
My chick exercise demons riding me to pony

You can't keep up it's like Steven Hawking
Talking to Kid Rock about his brain's concoctions
It's shocking the way I strike quick light lightning
My wit's quite frightening yup I might bring

Rap to another level or frenzy I'm friendly
You nervous pop benzos green with envy
You bitch and moan for the old days, smoke old haze
Burger kings the only place you have it your way

I'm slick and known better than OJ I role play
My life is better with a chick who go both ways
OK, I am legend big willy or Soze
Your ass is crying gettin' high listening to Coldplay

You nothing but a cock block
No jokes but knock knocks
Short like odd job cannot talk your jaws locked
I'm top shelf in a lock box
Bye bye tata
I'm about to blow like Coke and pop rocks

More wicked than the wickedest of witches
Your life a series of unfortunate events lemony snicket
Your nose Pinocchio lying coward biting Toto
No brain like a scarecrow, as extinct as a dodo

I'm the one and only, you a lonely phoney
Perjurious testimony telling us more baloney
I spit the written diction quick and I never mumble
You enunciate like you're drunker than barney Gumble

You tumble like a weed, stumble on your feet
My footwork hakeem the dream, maybe kareem
In the paint im a saint you a sinner, huffin paint thinner
I stick to my principles like I'm skinner

I'm surrounded I ride with the crew and the fam
You overpriced like Portland marionberry jam
You're softer than squeezing some marshmallow fluff in my hand
I leave you a discarded desiccated husk of a man
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Writer: Tyler Wilson
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