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letra de forgot about dna - dna tru lyricist

[intro]
happy valentines day, b-tches
and i ain’t got no d-mn female over here to get off to, or nothing like that
it’s just me and the mic
your motherf-cking man can’t do this, yo

[verse]
i be hitting em with murderous mayhem
taking off like jordan in sp-ce jam
dna be spitting lyrical aids, man
i see them spying on me through they ray-bans
but these choppers don’t want to face him
i’m leaving a daze, man, spitting lyricism for days, man
just give me a chance to get on stage and i promsie imma wreck it
9-0-3 tyler texas, wanna see something impressive? yo
imma leave yas a second to get this sh-t in effect
and i’ll have you bobbing your head til you got a kick in your neck
[?], i ain’t faking it, b-tch
you better get ready for the lyrical raping affect
i’m taking your set, making a mess, taking a real lot of it
tie you to the bed with it and make you confess
“i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were such a freak”
“i don’t really want no beef” with the di-ki-ki-ki dna
everybody better leave the place, cause when i hit the stage
i’m pulling the pin up out the hand grenade to blow these motherf-ckers away
i’ve had it with all of the g-y charades, rappers singing like they macy grace
it’s time to taste the mace when we face to face
i’ll have you looking like heath ledger with a razor blade, so why so serious?
you’ll be hollering ‘mayday’ today, “please wait, okay?”
“i’m sorry dna, take me to a safer place” but i hate to say
that i can’t be your superman, up-up and away
i’ll come down when there’s nothing to save
all these rappers ain’t got nothing to say
they can get punched in the face
ain’t n0body going harder than me, eminem and dre
they a bunch of lemon lames, all they music sound the same
what happened to the days when we left people amazed?
when we hit the stage and blazed lyrics all up in they face
tripping all up in a rage, people all up in a praise
cause they can’t believe the way we sound so good over the instrumental like the actual cd record is getting played
but it isn’t, cause we bringing you the talent that is so vivid
the lyrics may be explicit but your parents let you visit, so enjoy the rave
give both fingers a raise and swing a motherf-cking b-tch by her braids
until they bring in the brigade, putting people off in a submission like mma
making em tap out, causing a blackout
got the parking lot so crowded that you can’t even back out
you pulling the mack out, but another motherf-cker already got the mack out
all up in your ass, you better watch your back
cause i’m tossing tracks off the motherf-cking beat causing reaction
get the motherf-cking police f-cking ass-whooped
leave a motherf-cker bleeding in a locked-up bathroom
i talk so fast to em that they can’t catch on
if you can’t catch on, then b-tch, get gone
cause i ain’t spit sh-t wrong, i just ripped this song like
dum, duh duh, dum dum, dum
and when they cops came through, all they found was dna chilling on stage
with a thousand dead bodies all over the floor, not a single motherf-cker was saved, b-tch
you don’t wanna get to f-cking with my sk!ll, females all over my d-ck, b-tch, chill
i know you didn’t think i could spit this ill
just wait until i get up in your head for real
i’m a f-cking g*nius with a massive big-ass p-n-s
i ain’t never even really rapped about it
but i’m feeling c-cky so i’m bout to put my c-ck up in your b-tch and let her f-cking brag about it
(ha-ha-ha-ha) i be laughing in the face of these rappers saying they ready
they thinking they’re ready, i get the machete
chopping em up and put em to beddie
n0body bringing it better than dna when i be spitting it heavy, woah
let me slow it up you see, i just had to show you you couldn’t f-ck with me
i got your girlfriend wishing she was f-cking me, but she with this other dude while she l-st for me
now must it be so difficult for us to be secretly busting nuts with ease
but you can’t touch these, get off of my nuts, please
i’m a motherf-cking mc busting three sick flows for you
you can’t f-ck with it and you know it’s true
motherf-ckers be like “yeah, i know that dude”
“his name is david gregory phelps, he went to my school”
back when mr. rover was the high-school princ-p-l
f-ck that b-tch ass n-z-, he can get it too
happy valentines day from me to you
now i need to go find something better to screw, uragh

- dna tru lyricist

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