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letra de darkside 2 "k-fix diss" - dna tru lyricist

[verse 1: dna]
lets go motherf-cker, i saw fix finally grew some nuts and coming to me with the diss shit, let me ask you something how long before it was written. did it take you long?
i was gonna f-ck a girl tonight before i heard this and i already worked a 10 hour shift b-tch. i only got 4 hours of sleep last night cuz i was replying to 100 crying fans of twisted’s
and i may be smaller but i bet you slow as f-ck, b-tch you can’t walk a mile without your fat-ss throwing up
you better set your fat-ss back there in the ups truck, like you wanna talk about a fight, then b-tch you better hush
throw a punch and imma duck, johnny cage uppercut him in his nuts and make his b-lls come out his throat like uurrrgh!!!!!!

[verse 2: lîl høllöw]
høllöw darken motherf-ckers wanna step into my shadow? if you start a lyric war then i’ll be writing up my ammo, come wit lyricists that rip your shit and look at you like cattle, betting we takin your head and hittin a home run don’t wanna battle, but your head it hit the lights and all them b-tches just shatter, now the crowd is in the darkness wit me banging to the masters, coming faster, runnin past ya, then they meltin cause they plastic, taking b-st-rds, fillin caskets, thinkin høllöw never wreck it, leave em deadened wit embedded lyrics pouring give em headaches, y’all pathetic i’m inventive b-tch i told you i’m acidic, you ain’t runnin to the medic amputate you out your leggings, putting holes up in your bones wit chains and chop it up even better, i ain’t coming for your cheddar, just to murder on a record, you can’t summon something better, book of wreck already read it, spit a flow and get beheaded, judo kick your body dreadin, every way you get in heaven, but there’s torture in every ending, i hit em wit a fully automatic lyric carbine, shoving the clip in i give it a second then c-ckin a flow in like tech n9ne, got stamina ready to damage ya i be flowin all i got, because i love when i take it i’m coming to break and hit em wit lyrical chop, i’m a vaccaum it’s abortion wanna see your kid in portions? i suck out limbs of motherf-ckers thinkin their proportion, outgrading my endorphin, type poison make em forfeit, before their f-ckin born ha shit.. now ladies missin babies and they thinkin that i’m hades, comin crazy, wit the phrasin, make it hard like masterbatin, sever hatin, while i’m waitin, for the clinical detainin, they sedatin, wanna catch a fadin? bruh you know i got, in-sane, lyrical range, watch me snipe that shit, liu kang, catch a fist of flame, and bicycle kick, husain, splattering brains, wit my lyrical sprints, cut veins, wringing the stains, in a cup i sip, on darkside shit

[verse 3: dna]
darkness, spitting the hard shit when i start this, putting bodies in glove compartments i’m an artist with a darkside
up in the game and i’m merking em all when i’m sending em all to my archives
step on the stage but instead of a mic i’m gonna be holding a sharp knife
it’s dna, f-ck fix, eating em all like a sharkbite
give me a second to wreck it and k!ll it the one that be slaughtering all mics
bring me the meat of my enemy eat em and then i be entering -rs-nals, tearing bodies with the hardest flows
welcome to the lyrical horror show of flows and it doesn’t matter who’s near i
c-ck back my fist and hit you so hard that i watch your whole body just shatter like a mirror
ya i hear you but you don’t know what it’s like to slaughter a beat, i’m the father of the mcs’ elite
i’m going godfather mode, you’re waking up in the morning to find a motherf-cking bl–dy horse head in your sheets
so are you ready to speak against the one that be beheading mcs?
the second i p-i-c-k up the m-i-c they d-i-e the v.i.p. of tlc abbreviated k!lling spree
these motherf-ckers really tryna act like they ain’t feeling me
cause i’m the founder the father the one that be pounding and slaughtering rappers found at the bottom of the oceans
come to me without a phenomenal flow and you done for, don’t try and don’t bother to follow i’m kind of a martyr
gonna go right out of the door when you spit, i’ve already done more than you can accomplish, in the comments you posting 16 bars?
well i spit 16 years! a f-cking prophet on the mic and i be ripping peers, shifting tears out of their eyes when i give these fears
taking it back to the first darkside in the 15th year! like er, stop, you must’ve forgot
i’ll be still rapping even if you trying to turn off, the radio you hate it hoe but you’re not
gonna stop me from decapitating your top!

- dna tru lyricist

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