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dna tru lyricist - twisted insane diss part 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sample of dna tru lyricist “neither do i”, twisted insane & lady insane]
don’t be f_ckin’ with me, don’t be talkin’ sh_t, b_tch
man, ain’t n0body payin’ attention to that sh_t, man
come on, man, ain’t n0body payin’ attention to that sh_t
that sh_t trash
this n_gga dna came in here tryna get some plug, right?
and y’all don’t know who it is, y’all probably might not know, but this n_gga been doing for funny sh_t for years
like, over a decade
i’m like “f_ck this n_gga, let’s catch a fade, n_gga, a f_”
you wanna rap, n_gga? i’ll beat your motherf_ckin’ ass
kamikazi came and got on and destroyed his whole sh_t up
he tried taggin’ me in some sh_t, and i was like “don’t tag me and sh_t, ’cause i don’t know who the f_ck you are”
i still got some wild voicemail he sent
i don’t know how i got a voicemail, he sent me a voicеmail just_
i still got it, too, ’cause i could_ i could really demol_ i could_
hе’s like “i can rap too! listen to me! i can rap too! but igga, i don’t give a f_ck, who the f_ck are you? n0body gives a f_ck
this n_gga sent me a whole voicemail like “n_gga, you my favorite, i love you, i just did that sh_t just for attention, man”
he does all these diss songs, he’s dissin’ lynch, he dissed my homie_ he dissed the homie brotha lynch and all those other_ this n_gga stupid, man
this n_gga, out of nowhere comes in, pops on one of my_ on_ on_ on a freaky friday, like out of nowhere, like, a couple weeks back
and i’m like “this is that motherf_cker that was doin’ all that di_ that was doin’ that dissin’ for yea_ over a decade of disses”
i call it_ let’s just call this n_gga “decade of disses”
he comes on here with the dec_ and he w_ what’s he wanna do? he wanna talk that, he wanna just rap
so i say “okay, it’s your turn, what you wanna ask kazi first?” and this n_gga like “nah, i wanna rap”
“i wanna show you i’m a rapper too, i’m cool”
and i tried_ i didn’t say nothin’, ’cause as soon as he popped up on the screen _ i was about to go in, but i said “let me not go in”
and if i see you, i’d still f_ck you up on sight
n_gga, go f_ckin’ take your sh_t somewhere else, stupid lil_
f_ck that sh_t, go take that sh_t somewhere else, we don’t give a f_ck when you talk sh_t
n_gga, i been seein’ you try to talk sh_t on my husband for a minute, take that sh_t somewhere else
aye, man, he’s really n0body, we’ve been givin’ him too much
yeah, he ain’t sh_t
this is, like, i mean, we over talkin’ ’bout, is this the corniest, you know, cornflake motherf_cker? like, what are we doin’?
[intro 2: sample & dna tru lyricist]
i’m gon’ k!ll him
no, not that way
i’ma mutilate him, bring him to me
let’s see what he’s got
you think i’m n0body? keep thinkin’ that
’cause this n0body is about to push you over the line
this n0body is gonna force you into the f_ckin’ booth
this n0body is gonna make your own f_ckin’ brainiac fans ashamed of you
because you’re not defendin’ yourself on the mic
never in my f_ckin’ life will i have a rapper of my caliber come at me the way i’ve come at you, and me just sit back and twiddle my f_ckin’ thumbs and talk about it
f_ck no, this is tru sh_t

[verse: dna tru lyricist & sample of twisted insane]
talkin’ about that n0body talkin’ about the diss, well, you talkin’ about it
sayin’ it’s trash, but you know it’s not, and you not gonna doubt it
let me ask you somethin’, if i’m trash, what the f_ck are you?
toxic waste in a sh_t sewer? get a f_ckin’ clue
callin’ me trash when i’m the motherf_ckin’ king
knockin’ brainsick muzik out the motherf_ckin’ ring
what the f_ck’s a brainiac? some cartoon animaniac?
there ain’t a cat that be f_ckin’ with the tru level
it’s time to slay the last demon
try to rap all dark, you’re all talk and no bark, you ain’t no true devil
you gettin’ levelled over the bass and the treble
jason inevitably swingin’ a machete, makin’ your face dribble blood
get on the f_ckin’ mic, talkin’ about what you could do, exaggerating voicemails about love
’cause you ain’t gonna do a godd_mn thing
you’re scared as f_ck to go against me, give kamikazi a hug
talkin’ about how ‘he destroyed my whole sh_t’, hah
all you plastic_ass rappers are about to fall
talkin’ about ‘you got a voicemail from me’
let’s talk facts, i still remember the day i gave you a call
i bet you weren’t expectin’ dna to call your phone
i bet i caught you off_guard like a motherf_cker
when i told you “it’s dna”, you know who i was
but you actin’ like you thinkin’ hard than a motherf_cker
when the disses were out, i seen your comments
but now you’re tryna act like you don’t know who i am?
what’s wrong twisted insane? why you scared to talk?
i only called to talk to you like a f_ckin’ man
i tried to squash the sh_t, try to be cool witcha
but you’re tryna play like you’re too hollywood
“who is this? who? dna? sorry, i don’t know you” pssh, it’s all good
if that’s how you want to play it, i thought you was real
but when the real on your doorstep, you wanted to crack the seal
i can feel all your fans’ temperature risin’ now
already in the comments ‘fore the song ends, chill
to all y’all, you what’s funny as f_ck?
your favorite rapper won’t even get on the mic and defend himself
i’m tired of hittin’ this punching bag
tired of wavin’ this belt in his face, honestly, i’m gettin’ bored as h_ll
let me tell you somethin’
never in my f_ckin’ life would i have a rapper of my caliber on my f_ckin’ ass
and just sit back with some mumbling chit chat, getting wrecked on the mic while i’m duckin’ his f_ckin’ ass
h_ll nah, motherf_cker, this is tru sh_t
tie the noose sh_t, all these rappers know my f_ckin’ name
from rittz to bizzy bone to k_rino to brotha lynch hung, all the way down to twisted insane
some of ’em cool with me, some of ’em not, that’s cool
but i know one thing, they better not say my f_ckin’ name
unless it’s respect, i capture that sh_t
unless they got the b_lls to rap and bringin’ it to the f_ckin’ game
while you sit back, half_ass cappin’ and sh_t
while i’m rippin’ up the mic, like, what’s happenin’, sh_t?
or to spit it in your terms, what’s brackin’, and sh_t?
[?]
“don’t tag me, and sh_t” b_tch please, i’m sendin’ you this too
bing! notification, the twisted diss 2
on the next freaky fridays, you can bet you this too:
twisted says it’s trash, but the fact is it it’s too much for you when i’m on your ass in this booth
so, motherf_cker, shut up and get on this mic
or give up and comment “fire”, and hit on this like
’cause i write like i never left, and spit like i might
create another ocean on another planet, i’m that tight
d_mn it, i write like there’s no flaw in my craft
i spit that open water 3: cage dive
you’re stranded in the ocean at night with a shark there, ’bout to draw on your raft
oh no, better watch what you’re saying, so lethal
within the folds, it grows [?]
the feeling can’t be contained, i altered your brain
walkin’ around with the mental capacity of the age of four
kick in the door, get on the floor, give me the dough
give me the pro logic studio, you know, everything’s got to go
’cause you’re scared to use it, i murder you with this music
tryna out_rap me is useless, motherf_cker, don’t you know?
i wrecked your own spider in the night beat harder than you
look up “dna spider in the night remix”, it’s true
anything you do, i take it to the next level (pro rappin’)
i got you hydroplanin’ over wet pebbles (no traction)
they better stick to your basic flow
get taped up and thrown in the crawlsp_ce, a gangster’s flow
i’m makin’ more than you can accumulate, so what you waitin’ for?
get on the f_ckin’ mic or shut the f_ck up
you already know that i murder you at this sh_t like joe pesci, what’s funny?
you gonna f_ck me up on sight? let me tell you, that’s funny
soundin’ mad and wantin’ a fight ’cause you can’t out_rap me
man, get your ass in the cab, shut up and sit in the backseat
i run this sh_t while you’re thinkin’ it’s so funny
yeah, it’s so funny, you gettin’ wrecked by this n0body
and i do it for free, we ain’t gotta bet no money
i can hear you now “okay, i’ma wreck him”, “no, honey
don’t give him the time of day” lady insane, shut the f_ck up
and keep your basic mouth b_ttoned the f_ck up
get ready for the tag, b_tch, ’cause it’s comin’ again
i’m choppin’ you up on the mic and i kinda be like an [?] comin’ at you with a 110 miles per hour up in this b_tch
then i’ll show you the real darkest hour up in this b_tch
spittin’ voodoo with the root of all evil, my brain is dialled in
when i shoot for the face, you in another place, f_ck an asylum
bashin’ you over the head with a violin ’til you dumber than an island boy
(aye man, he’s really n0body) yeah, besides all that, you been pretty silent, boy
i’m stompin’ on him like a monster in the dark when i’m on him
you should be honored when dna makes a diss about you
talkin’ all this sh_t about me on your motherf_ckin’ freaky friday when i’m lyrically knockin’ the p_ss up out you, wooh
i freestyled that line there, no lie, though
and when i’m done with this murder, i’m not liable
sorry to all that love you, but romeo must die
twisted insane gon’ be hangin’ from a light pole
goin’ at it to the stories of michael johnson
i’m stompin’ on him like a monster in the dark when i’m on him
i’m about to reign supreme, i dominate lyrically
i’m gonna summon the darkest of demons, i’m spittin’ it prominent
talkin’ about my little diss track? “little”? pssh, how?
floatin’ amongst y’all in the darkest of clouds
twenty_three years dedicated to my art
and i’m vowed to let ain’t a motherf_cker run their mouth without it
best disses you ever heard, you can’t count me out of it
i’m from texas, the rapper state, we knock you down up out it
see, what the south’s amounting to _ a mountain you can’t move
while k_rino carries ten times his weight like an ant do
i’m a rare breed of iller than the [?]
[?]
[?], motherf_cker better throw in the towel
the lyrical dolph lundgren, he knocks you around this whole ring
it’s not a thing to come and slaughter your ass
so what you gonna do? pssh, god, should i even ask?
i already know he ain’t gon’ do sh_t but sit on his ass
he ain’t gettin’ on no mic, fans, don’t even ask
he’s true trash, and me i’m the tru lyricist, b_tch
you call me trash, but i prove that you’re trash in this b_tch
out_rappin’ you ain’t sh_t, you’re just below my caliber
‘nother day, ‘nother dead emcee, ‘nother x on the calendar
ridin’ through while i’m markin’ away the days to your death
stay and be left with the predator in the path of your steps
laughin’, i bet you won’t be laughin’ when i’m tellin’ the rest
of all your relatives how i put you to death
motherf_cker, that’s tru sh_t

- dna tru lyricist

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