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letra de demented - dna tru lyricist

[verse 1: micsteam]
hi, i got a collection of ice picks
it’s priceless when i put these b-tches in vice grips
they try to flex on me, but i be ripping up their biceps
i’ma need some latex gloves, i’m covered in blood
y’all dead meat, dead on the street, roadk!ll, hold still
i’m from outer sp-ce, cloverfield
they didn’t know that we had a couple k!llers in the family
hand-me-down chainsaws from my grandpa, thanks pa
guess i’m a little demented ’cause evil comforts me
it’s ’bout to bе a cold case, i hold the key to hеll’s gate
i don’t think they really wanna go down to that place
i don’t think they really wanna keep their faces
i’m not norman bates but i keep a mask on my face
in case somebody watching the d-mn place
i got no more leftover meat on my plate ’cause i stay hungry
rap ’til i die with a pocket full of zip ties

[bridge: sample]
buried banging at your door
don’t hear a sound
don’t know me anymore
a bell that tolled to comfort me
an empty street
a rising steam
[interlude 1: dna tru lyricist]
this man got me off fortnite

[verse 2: dna tru lyricist]
d-mn micsteam, you f-cking k!lled it
and i scream, you scream, we all scream for sliced spleens
i never tried lean
but i’ve mixing your girl’s ovaries in my ovaltines since i was 19
they shoulda never let me master the ripgut
onto jeepers creepers walls where i blasted your sister
with a stretch armstrong arm attached just to fist her
you better wear your contamination suits, i’m asking the mr
tru ripsta, don’t make me take it back in the day
i blacken the place, hacking your face, leave organs stashed in the base’
listen to the sound of the organ as i cl!ck-clack the k
make you show up at your own funeral, i’m fashionably late
closed casket, no answer, no nose attached to your face
’cause you don’t even got that, that sh-t’s tragic
eternally cancerous, brutal and acidic
looking like you were in a final destination 2 accident, b-tch

[interlude 2: dna tru lyricist]
f-ck with me

[bridge: sample]
don’t hear a sound
don’t know me anymore
a bell that tolled to comfort me
an empty street
a rising steam
to scorch my feet
i walk alone, beside myself
nowhere to go
ahh, this bleeding heart
that’s in my hands, i fell apart
ahh
[interlude 3: dna tru lyricist]
they know what we do
i mean, do we gotta keep telling ’em?
we gotta tell ’em again?
we rap forever

[verse 3: dna tru lyricist]
well d-mn, it looks like i got another verse
quick, somebody go get his ass another he-rs-
’cause this gonna hurt, i’ve had my heart ripped out
swallowed, sh-t out, stomped on, chewed up, and spit the f-ck out
so if you think i give a f-ck what you’re talking about
you’re gonna find your corpse white-chalk-outlined the f-ck out
so you can get the f-ck out, ’cause b-tch, i’m doing fine
and i got all kinds of p-ssy in my room, doing time
i tie ’em up, [?], wire ’em up
i wanna see that p-ssy quiver, time to fire it up
and just ’cause you see me living up in a nice neighborhood
don’t think you’re gonna be entering mr. rogers’ neighborhood

[outro: dna tru lyricist]
i’ll eat your tits off, just get off
sorry for the explicit sh-t, but this is just the riptop, hahaha
cross ’em over, lyrically spraying their brains with the criss-cross
it’s the motherf-cking formally known tru lyricist – back in the day: ripsta

- dna tru lyricist

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