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dna tru lyricist - dna spittin "im so sick" كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]

9-0-3, stand up
matter fact, the whole world stand up, baby
cause that’s how i’m doing it
the whole world
true lyricism for life
it’s your boy, dna
let’s speed it up a little bit this time, shall we?

[verse:]

yo, i’m so sick of the same old sh-t waking up same sh-t different day get a hit in the face by sun rays comin through my blinds it’s as hot as b-tch in this place
i wake up splash water on my face then i splash water on my body then i lay it back down
then i wake back up let my feet hit the ground in my bed then i take a look around
i wonder what does today have in store for me what can i say so morbidly on a mic that orally you become enticed by my horror theme it sorta seems that i use horror as an outlet for my pain emotional stress over in next i ain’t playin those f-ckin games if you can’t see that my love is true what the f-ck am i to do
sit around and cry?
sit around and beg?
sit around and wait f-ck it i’m through
i’m walkin out my door then i’m heading to my mailbox and i open it up and see a letter what this now i’m hoping when i open it that it’ll be some good news
when i did it wasn’t any better
it was a letter from my insurance company
telling me that my policies gunna be
c a n c e l e d
don’t diss the evictee 2014
so what does that mean?
i just spend 116 dollars about 8 days ago
and i couldn’t even afford a steady cut of my gas
can i get a hot shower to the gym i go
better get there now i gotta roll illegal
without a valid license, this world is so f-cked up
but i gotta suck it up and hit it with an uppercut for my freedom hoe
do so do now post some mo’
now talkin that beer f-ck loadable
how am i supposed to function with a high mind that already high
i hope you know now im sick
of the same old sh-t the same old skippin cd in my whip
you need a cigarette believe me i quit
but i make take a hit cuz i’ve been so stressed
want another hit ? yes
no maybe so no wait no hold up
in a fight with my fate in mirrors
then i see the ak bent her up
imma rape then i k!ll her with that snake that current
a dangerous k!ller pattern the lyrical forum
no cure for my sickness i don’t need a serum
hear em get it ?
summon em 1
he grab the mic then go vrum vrum vrum
runnin the wrong way cuz everyone dumb
planting my self then imma hide
now what should i ride?
now pull the mic out and your done
havin sh-t to say to me besides man that sh-t was playa g
majorly lyrically crazy z to z me less e weed to t t angle then the evil eye to the truck eye angle now bye should i just scr-p my angle in the eyes of a robot
i can’t hoe responsibility for your soul
i’m trapped in program mind so cold you just do what everybody else does
as for me: imma do what david phelps does
that’s inspire entertaining melt stuff
i’m on fire and i really can’t help ya
i can barely help my self i think i need some help
but can’t n0body help me, i can only help me
put the book back on the shelf its above your grade level
lookin at the angel on my shoulder then i look the other way it’s a
hey devil tryna stick up outta trouble but this motherf-cking world keeps huntin down
don’t f-ck me around knock on my door who’s wantin me now givin something for us to frown upon
yo we’ve had enough of that, yeah right b-tch get the f-ck back
i’m just here to spit raps and lyrics till you bash the spirit in my -ss
to hear about the fact that your wrist inner in it shoes style to be astounded
if your mind can tap into it but i can mash into it, bash into it put p-ssion through it
with the lyrical -ss that’s spewing i have to ask what your -ss is doin
get your -ss to move it, for your -ss in a casket doin
time in the the dirt doin the death dance dead man
get your throat cut doin a headstand dead man
imma sugar my mentor then turnin ya red man that’s a dead man walkin right up ahead man
in a buddy red head man all because i spitting way too motherf-ckin fast man
like i said imma sugar my mentor then turnin ya red man
but i can cuz it’s the motherf-ckin red man

[outro:]

9-0-3, stand up in this b-tch today
dna here to lyrically slay every one of y’all
p-ss me off and you gon’ see me wreck all of y’all
that’s what i am motherf-cker
thought i told y’all deep down south we don’t play
true lyricism for life the south don’t play when i’m wrecking y’all
dna still reppin’ that tyler texas dawg
true lyricism for life motherf-cker

- dna tru lyricist

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