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dna tru lyricist - tie the noose كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: dna tru lyricist]

rappers nowadays, i think they’re pretty cute
coming so uptoose, i think it’s time to tie the noose
and hang em high, front of the world for all to see
that your legacy is about to get hacked into shredded wheat
you think your image and your youtube views is what makes you better?
i challenge these rappers then they too scared to spit a letter
this the rap game, but still you insist to act lame
my youtube channel consists of my first and last name
i don’t hide behind my image or these raps that i’ve invented
no period mark, i’m using a bomb to end my sentence
the backwards upside-down super spinning b00by-trap pyramid
i speak with intelligence
but from the way that i’m rolling my tongue, you ain’t hearing it
you don’t really wanna get it f-cking with the dna
i’m bout to bring it to the abyss of the struggle
they’re wasting their breath, stop short
got torched, gonna f-cking em up in the head with a lyrical clockwork
forget the orange
they feeling my lyrics, they jacking off to it like p-rn
it was swore that i’m never gonna let another person run up and settle this storm
wh0r-, from the skies, it rain down on em
say what you wanna but i bet you vomit
from the sickenous, rubbing this d-ck all on the cl-toris
digging this ditch for your body to sit in
and ticking the tock on the clock, never stop us
so one of us stop her, continue to chop her
and putting the head in the stocking for christmas
we will be walking now, taking a hundred round
spitting plague [?????] and gun her mouth up
in your momma’s house, creep like a hunted mouse
taking her, remain in the room but i lock this [?]
sticking this d-ck so far up in her rear
really intense with no p-ssion just coming up out her mouth
you don’t want to end in the darkness with me, you can bet your -ss you’re never gonna make it out
i am dna, no mask, imma let em see my face
your -ss is something that i will survey
first cl-ss, tell em: “keep it, i’m chilling in the back of the plane with a bl–dy aids-infested switchblade”
get slayed
stepping to me? you must want to go out the quick way
each bay, [?], bl–dy lemonade, egg in brains
cl-toris in my orange juice, citrus, here take a sip of this
little hint of what’s getting ripped up on the daily, man, i’m sick of this

[verse 2: leach]

see what i see then feel what i feel
that is how your -ss is gonna get real
ill feel with the sk!ll of reaper from h-ll
chop it up fast like a f-cking wood mill
stay attached to the last blast
start to stack cash like a bad meth dealer with no heart for your last breath
take a d-mn step, if you wanna build your rep
come and get it with the creatures that you see before your death
haunting up people, they tell me i’m crazy
the way that i see things are not really normal
my window is tilted, my mind is so open
that evil is running up out of the corners
my brain is just leaking, my pain has no reason
my blood is now freezing, deceiving my being
i wish i was dreaming life
seeing the demon that’s screaming
it’s living from with inside me
drugs say they help, when i take em, i melt
am i here or in h-ll? i can’t really tell
they call me an addict, the way that i panic
complaining there’s static inside of myself
attracted to death, i feel the effect
feeling alone cause life murdered my friends
hunting it down with a frown upside down
gonna find it somehow and smack it with the sledge

[verse 3: yung revival]

choppers’ll be underground, keep the videography
mixtape of my lyrical feat, step up to my prophecy
keep the features obviously, stop and get yourself a scheme
“what the f-ck? you sounding peak” “you speed it up for success”
finna be done, wickeder zone
whipping, attacking that f-ck in the room
b-tch, i get it done, attacking the dome
about to gift all these haters a song
enter the scene, then give me the deed
you thinking you bump but ya’ll copies the king
but you with the fakeness, better give in
bout to say: “f-ck it, i’ll take it again”
went to chopping at the [?], cause i f-cks with insane
think of the [?????]
and never they focus, i beat you the same
you’re talking that sh-t but it’s [???]
we took on you, remember
the day we do like it, you thinking you wicked? i’m king of these beats
[?]

[verse 4: dna tru lyricist]

i invented the complete human body version of [??]
and i’ll pull your skin off of you, and replace you in a torture muscle body suit
under a heat lamp, i’ll make you retreat when i speak chants
from 300 degree fahrenheit t–th clamps
scare the critics, we’re parasitic
rare explicit, flares, i’m spitting
i dare you to listen, i’ll have you sit in a chair and witness some fair exhibits
so bears will visit, rip you out of your chair like loose hair extensions
modify you from yourself into a bl–dy pair of midgets
you’re frigid when i’m sticking needles in your photos
i don’t fight you with guns, i bite with poisoned gums like komodos
told you i’m from a place where custodians run
from bl–dy floors til i’m the only one left standing solo like khan

- dna tru lyricist

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