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letra de pae moonlight - dna tru lyricist & micsteam

[intro: micsteam]
yeah

[hook: micsteam]
i don’t think they really listening
feeling like i’m tired of living
trynna keep your distance from me
from me… yeah…
i’m so tired of doing the same dance my whole life
dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight

[verse 1: micsteam]
i could really give two f-cks, and i don’t really give a sh-t, hm
don’t like the way that i spit? i’ma put a motherf-cker in a vice grip, ah
tie you to a mattress – ignite it, i just been ignited
saying that you ’bout to get triggered, well, i don’t think you ever pulled a trigger
thinking you a lyrical wizard, i’m a lyrical blizzard
you a snake – you a lizard, i’ma gut ’em and cut ’em with the scissors
mr, yeah, i don’t really give a f-ck about you little boys
the ones that put the little autotune on they voice, rejoice ’cause-
lyrics coming back in a major way, major pain
bringing pain to your brain with the flame
but the flame can’t touch me ’cause i’m high like a plane
always sounding like you’ll never seen my demise
you’ll never get inside my mind ’cause i’m outside my mind
your music on the internet’s a cyber crime
how you gonna try put the best on the sidelines?
what’s with these motherf-ckers with their man buns and their tired eyes?
i’ma nose dive coming crazy now to fly by
i’ma put you cowards in the oven for about five hours like a popeye
then you get devoured, yeah you taste a little sour
when i’m rapping on the mic it’s kinda like i got super powers
i’m taller than a tower, ten mins til midnight
you better sit tight, you don’t wanna fist-fight
have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
[interlude: dna tru lyricist]
the pale moonlight
this album’s never gonna end, b-tch
k!lling this sh-t, training season
haha, yo

[verse 2: dna tru lyricist]
in the pale moonlight, i zoom right into my room writing to the booth then chew up a few cute mics
record another dope track with my man micsteam, i put it on facebook then get a few likes
and you might witness mayhem like you caught in the middle of a middle-school foodfight
who’s wife is this? stick the tip of my d-ck in her p-ssy lips, mix it up like some grits
til you grit your t–th at the thought of it, i know it pierces your mind like a lobotomy
by ripping your guts out’s my only odyssey, like oh my god – is he serious or is this comedy?
calmly misconstrued it from what i do is a problem
these critics don’t get it and they won’t get it, they won’t figure out my manic murderous ways
they’ll have to take it to a futuristic virtual stage
like, how come dna can rap so good when he says everything that he says?
everything is just placed so f-cking perfectly, may i get a hint please?
no, but you can have a stick of gum
have a spearmint to regulate, your wife can have juicy fruit
when i thrust my banana up in her juicy shoot, now that is comedy – so tell me, which do you choose?
we are ’bout to get while the pale moon looms
ginger ale soon spews from her p-ssy like a lemon that’s just split in two
ripping you up in the pale moonlight is all i do (awooh)

- dna tru lyricist micsteam

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