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letra de happy camper - dna tru lyricist

[intro]
motherf-ckers probably been wondering where i’ve been
i’ve been sick
but i’m a happy camper
i’m a happy camper
i camp until i die

[verse 1]
blessed writer, lyrical stress fighter
target acquired, make the rest expire in a nest of spiders
you showed up in your best attire with a thousand carats in your necklace
but it’s gonna take more than that to impress macgyver
when it comes to material things, i’m less desired
i’m ’bout to take you on a trip so don’t forget your extra tirе
that’s a spare and jack kit, with a slab of spare ribs in the back
with a bbq-splattеred hatchet
and a matchstick, i’m ’bout to spark the d-mn grill up
projectile flaming like godzilla and i’m known to still k!ll stuff
but motherf-ckers still acting like i’m a n0body
i’m from the 80’s, b-tch, and you new age kids are so funny
i’m the dna t-r-u l-y-r-i-c-i-s-t
up on the beat and i’m chopping ’em up from the way that i’m doing it, you can’t impress me
your flow be giving ’em narcolepsy
they falling asleep like a nursery rhyme, and i’m wrecking your mind every time that i wreck beats
like duck, duck, goose, running through the [?] with a bl–dy barbed wire noose
i’m daryl van h-rne from the witches of eastwick
slice a plum, make you feel the pain in your spleen, b-tch
or look in the mirror and watch the wrinkles form
or wake up in your bed with a hundred or more snakes on you
i think it’s time to grab the voodoo doll, lyrically you’re doodoo, dawg
and lyrically, i’m true to all
i am the 80’s baby
[interlude]
what we got in here? f-cking marshmallows?
(i am the 80’s baby)
yeah, godd-mn dark chocolate and some graham crackers
(and i-)

[bridge]
happy camper, i’m a happy camper
i’m a happy camper, i’ll camp until i die

[verse 2]
i’ll camp until i die
hop out with an ice pick and stick it in your eye
motherf-ckers try to stereotype me, someone’ll be just like me
acting all hype when they write me but they’ll never out-type me
i might be swinging a machete like a nike logo, i might get loco
without the four loko, just crown royal, pour it over an icy coca-cola
put a pole up in his colon then hold him up like coda
oh nelly, it’s the ripgut, eating up guts like grape jelly
in the swamp underbelly, i’m the crocodile strangler
eye of the tiger, i bangle ya, a circular saw gonna mangle ya
taking the blade off, i’m popping to fade up, you f-ck with the gator – it’s danger, bruh
got over the flu in a week and i’m ready for beef, when i run up – i’ll bang your bra-brains in
against a rock wall like a caveman, and i came in
looking like the lyrical wes craven, and i’m craving
to open up your chest and spread your ribs like a raven
then, i’ma eat your f-cking heart like some raisin bran
godd-mn, i’m amazing, man
but what you expect from the 80’s baby? shake my hand
you can do it to show respect, or you can do it to make amends
or you can do it ’cause you’re fake, it’s all straight, i won’t take offense
you gon’ know my f-cking name by the time it’s all over
the tru lyricist taking your face off with a lawnmower blade
80’s baby, born and raised
happy camper sitting across from you as i’m making the flames raise
or i’m making the flames rise, either way, i’ll leave your brain fried
i don’t be giving a f-ck when i’m up in the game and i’m coming to get ’em
if somebody thinking they’re bringing it better than mine, but n0body bringing it better than mine
[bridge]
i’m a happy camper
i’m a happy camper, i’ll camp until i die

[outro]
ah man
aye, where’s my f-cking sleeping bag?
no- who got blood all over my s-, man, godd-mnit
open up another can of worms, i’m still hungry
i am the 80’s baby

- dna tru lyricist

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