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letra de thru the helix *dna tru lyricist diss* - 919slum

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[intro]
motherf-ckers
not every- everyb- not everybody- okay, listen
not everybody should just make music
not everybody should post their music
not everybody should try to make music, you know?
because, some people – they can rap
but they can’t figure out how to mix their own sh-t, or how to make their own beats, and that’s nothing wrong with that
but you steal beats, like a f-cking idiot, like a dumbass
you don’t give anybody credit
what the f-ck are you providing for anybody in the underground, right?
you’re just a little f-cking nuisancе taking everybody’s sh-t
nah, bruh

[verse]
imagine your daughtеrs turn on a dna song
and you hear rappin’ about rapin’ on your baby mom
experimental s-x, you just have rape fantasies
but lord forbid somebody ask about it, it’s a shame to see
somebody that i idolized since maybe about uc3
can’t make a decent song, and every song he makes got stolen beats
purchase your tracks today, b-tch, our sh-t is not free
you been jackin’ sh-t since ’15, ‘member nightbreed?
da menace got snubbed all because of dna
all because k-fix’s d-ck was the one you glazed
you a fan of everybody, for yourself, b-tch, you the biggest
narcissistic triflin’ b-tch, never listened to your critics
put him inside a box and send him through the river floatin’ with it
lookin’ at you, motherf-cker, best believe you best go with it
if you really want to get it, i can give you plenty minutes
takin’ the gun from my hip on my side, and like a mouse – i double cl!ck it
tired of your sh-tty ass music and your antics
maybe you’ll actually try to write a verse that i can stand
if you try, you die, these bullets fly just like afghanistan, b-tch
lightspeed chopper 3 your last good song, i do not understand it
b-tch, you rappin’ for how many years? have you even touched fl?
all your sh-t sounds amateur as f-ck, i mean, it’s trash as h-ll
you might as well record your sh-t from cellular mics you’ll find in jail
pumpin’ out some sh-tty mixtapes no one buys, they never sell
you broke as f-ck, employer of the month at dollar general
that’s why you never buy the beats you use, that sh-t straight criminal
so bring your heat, write a verse
i’m draggin’ your lifeless corpse all through the dirt
like kyrie irving, before i’ma shoot
i’ma switch through my hands, when i come in and swerve
dna is made up: a, g, t, c
which pairs respectively like a & t, and g & c
but maybe you should pair like david g makes his own beats
since he can’t afford sh-t, like, where the f-ck is your lease?
at least give credit, well, did he? ‘course he didn’t
thievin’ little eminem wanna-be, no sh-t
maybe if i p-ss you off enough you’ll stop bein’ a whole b-tch
man up and hold your nuts, and serve my ass a lil sh-tty diss
’cause rebel already put your name on his hit list
and marked it out with red pen, so what am i endin’?
a career of a dirty desperate fortnite youtuber
a failed rapper who did not make it throughout all his maneuvers
chopper song, posse track, stealing features, being wack
throughout your whole career, your goal was to become black
[outro: 919slum & samples of dna tru lyricist]
y’all, listen to this sh-t
dna, what you say?
roll the tape
listen, ’cause this sh-t is great
(n-gga, n-gga, n-gga)
aye, he said it, yeah
what the f-ck did you think he would say? of course he did
f-ckin’ loser, like, listen- like, this is what he does every day
while playin’ fortnite, when he gets mad – that’s what he says, aye
(and then his- his @, his youtube name is “sprite’s a n-gga”)
not to mention he just doesn’t care, guys
he does not care about sps, guys, he just doesn’t give a f-ck
(you’re weird as f-ck!) he doesn’t care
then he makes three songs about being a fast rapper, and then complains on the third one about people calling him a fast rapper and measuring how fast of a rapper he is
do you- do you even think? you dumb f-ckin’ white trash hillbilly cousin-f-cker from texas, like
get back on the cocaine, maybe you’ll think better, you f-ckin’ idiot
f-ck you, f-ck you for jackin’ beats, you lil’ piece of sh-t
send back, p-ssy

- 919slum

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