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letra de my psychosis - dna tru lyricist

[intro]
hoe, hahaha, oh no
oh lord
i didn’t know my psychosis was breaking loose
my psychosis
oh, i just can’t control it
i think everybody should leave now
it’s gonna get murderous

[verse 1]
my psychosis is atrocious
every time that i flow this, i’m turning you sharks into goldfish
oh sh-t, it’s the one they call dn- oh sh-t
i can’t say it all, ’cause calling his name is like reading a passage from the evil dead
all you’ll see is a sea of red, and to pass, i will need your head
so beddy-bye goodnight, you- mwaw- rappers
then awaken to my disaster
and this ain’t mother nature, this is another age of turmoil
i torture you ’til you’re hard-boiled
i hard coil your arms, fold ’em to a hearts coil
i’m not normal, so i add that i’m abnormal
i show up at four more places wearing the cape of zorro
’cause i’m a crusader who will toupee the wig off a rude hater who can never do greater
and it’s too late to apologize, you’re renewed, faking cornflaker
i’m the arm breaking [?]
hand braced to get your neck, about to break and take your head with me
and never let the lead hit me
instead, get the whole place to spin 360’s
to heaven, they won’t let me, hit me, hit me
21 blackjack, anybody can get that, better get back
‘fore you get hit with a cl!ck-clack brrat-tat-tat-tat
put ’em in the back of a black cadillac and leave ’em like that
spitting reptilian acid, and best believe that i’m back
to blast with nine toasters, my intertwined psychosis
in high dosages leave your eyes roasted ’til i’m boasting and bragging
and most of ’em rapping haven’t experienced getting bitten in half by my ferocious dragon
roasted all the last of ’em, while they hassling
’til i’m toe-tagging and dragging ’em to my castle, then
i’m putting their body in an iron maiden cast
for the amus-m-nt of it, yeah, just for the amus-m-nt of it
through your stomach, blood oozing from it
now, who wanna take it to the summit?
through the rubbish, queue the thuggish ruggish ‘lude, i love it
[?] f-ck it, you can suck it up in your poo shoot and plug it
new true blood is f-cking unbelievable
you should f-cking try some, if not, then why come?
fee-fi ‘fore i ignore all the foes when i come
to pay you a visit, not to stay for a minute
to rampage through your village until you say that you’re feeling
[hook 1]
my psychosis
oh no, it’s the ghost on the poster
isn’t supposed to come off the poster, but it is
and it’s making its way closer and closer to me
i’ma slit my own throat ‘fore it grabs hold of me
my psychosis
oh no, it’s the ghost on the poster
isn’t supposed to come off the poster, but it is
and it’s making its way closer and closer to me
i’ma slit my own throat ‘fore it grabs hold of me
my psychosis

[verse 2]
i’m so really out of my mind, uncontrollably
busting flows like busting nuts in your ovaries
as the older g’s, i’m boldly busting flows like ocean seas that fold your knees
the golden key to my locker’s caught behind my c-ck
and you should not try to grab it, you f-ggot, better step back, b-tch
‘fore i stab you in the ass with a 10-and-a-half-inch black stick that i found in the trash pit
it’s halloween, feel my wrath, b-tch
‘fore i rapidly wrap you in saran wrap while i rap, sh-t, huh
that’s fatal flow fatality 2
tally your crew off the chart ’cause i’m just battling you
and you better be prepared to catch a jab in and through
your f-cking neck, when you step up, yeah, it’s sad but it’s true
i’m a horror rapper, on top of that, a rare rapper
a rapper that spits lyrics and f-cking scares rappers
you’re a joke to me, to think you’re as dope as me
to openly step up and get smoked like potpourri
you got rappers still looking for molly
they pop it, then their bodies getting pushed out on a [?]
just because these rappers talk about it off in their songs
you wanna take it, as for me, i’ll never follow along
to that swag sh-t, gagging to half assed f-g sh-t
like that group yung nation, now that’s some wack sh-t
i challenge any one of you rappers on [?], b-tch
or freestyle, either or, you’re split in half, b-tch
i can’t stand to see your outfits and stupid glasses
but what’s worse is the example you’re setting is trash, b-tch
at least when people hear me, they’re inspired by sk!ll
with a desire to k!ll off wack rappers like you for a thrill
yeah, and still, let’s be real, you ain’t even a rapper
you’re some f-cking circus clowns, f-cking booty-shaking actors
as for me, you can see that i’m d to the n-a
you speak to a sensei if you speaking to me
i don’t need to say much, i just let my work show
that will wreck and merk hoes, with a wet berserk flow
when it’s set, [?] like a chick in the church row
up her neck is the first stroke from the s-x of a virgo
i’m s-xing her soul ’til her breath had turned cold
that’s when i know i got her by the soul, it’s your turn next go, show your-
[hook 2]
psychosis
oh no, it’s the ghost on the poster
isn’t supposed to come off the poster, but it is
and it’s making its way closer and closer to me
i’ma slit my own throat ‘fore it grabs hold of me
my psychosis
oh no, it’s the ghost on the poster
isn’t supposed to come off the poster, but it is
and it’s making its way closer and closer to me
i’ma slit my own throat ‘fore it grabs hold of me
my psychosis

[verse 3]
my psychosis is ferocious
i’m ripping your brain, twisted insane, you ain’t so dope, b-tch
getting recognition on a track that tech was spitting
ten times harder than you on, if only tech could listen
to me, he would agree that my flow is extra vicious
and i give you best of wishes if you ever spit against this
i’ll leave you less suspicious of the outcome and statistics
i would’ve wrecked your verse on so dope, and i contest to this sh-t
but enough with that, let’s get back to this realer track
to the max, i feel attached to this k!ller rap
i’m chilling back, will i have to peel a cap?
the master is back and i’m spitting this lyricism like a velociraptor
which means i’m agg and vicious with mass horrific dope raps i’m spitting
surpass your mission, your ass is tripping to match these bad raps i’m spitting
you have to listen and ask for tips, and i have to give you a fast admittance
at last, you’ve entered the class, a venomous task, to pass – you have to be in it
you don’t even ask the minute you see him, you’re cutting his ass in half with an axe, it’s
dna up in this b-tch, and you better recognize i came hear to slash, i’m
flipping my tongue for the amus-m-nt of it on whatever you wanna hear, choose the subject
when i’m done, you never seen a dude this ugly, floating face down in a jacuzzi tub, he
didn’t know that dna was a murderer, merking you, leaving you burgundy in a church house, ain’t even concerning me
even the sermon during the ceremony seen me do it, paid me no attention ’cause he didn’t wanna believe i’d do it
but i did, you don’t believe it, sh-t, somebody did
look at him lying there looking up at the sky, like “sh-t
my life ended quicker than i thought it really woulda
woulda coulda shoulda done it better but i wouldn’t
i never gave a sh-t about expanding my sk!ll
dna came with the realer sh-t i couldn’t conceal
i thought he was a bunch of talk when he said that he could’ve wrecked me, but it’s obvious the motherf-cker will
i still have yet to reveal my flow at its dopest
to show my horrorgore mode at its grossest
to stroll up in your house party, k!ll the hostess
to f-ck your girl in her p-ssy with a glowstick
to take your family for a cruise on my ghost ship
to leave your house smell stenching with no sh-t
boa constrict you hoes with no grip
machete, no strip, and bolt cutter toe snips
so it’s obvious when i flow, i flow sick
at first glance, you wouldn’t know it, so go fig’
i’m agg, just like my boy k-rino is in his tracks
follow me, two pages, and loaded
i coast this flow, no gas, high voltage
armored up, ready for conflict like 5-0 is
my psychosis
[hook 1]
my psychosis
oh no, it’s the ghost on the poster
isn’t supposed to come off the poster, but it is
and it’s making its way closer and closer to me
i’ma slit my own throat ‘fore it grabs hold of me
my psychosis
oh no, it’s the ghost on the poster
isn’t supposed to come off the poster, but it is
and it’s making its way closer and closer to me
i’ma slit my own throat ‘fore it grabs hold of me
my psychosis

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