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letra de pale kid raps the fastest - dna tru lyricist

[intro:]

what’s up, world?
my name is dna
and i’m about to spit the palest and fastest f-cking lyrics ever
fill it out

[verse:]

oh hi, my name’s d-na’s the real name, you know me
i just keep it 100% real cause i feel that’s the way it’s gotta be
i come across a lot of faking, imitating people who be thinking i’m a joke when i’m telling em i can rap
they start laughing – i get to snapping and draping up with the lyrical p-ssion, i bust and having em lying on they backs
they’re telling me i’m never gonna make it from the way that i be spitting, but i really don’t believe em
so i gotta get the evidence along with a sedative, gotta edit it
to put it in the miniscule minds of you and your relatives
i’m dropping like a pelican on em, i gotta bomb em from the bottom like a hidden mine
they don’t expect it, won’t admit it, so i spit it, so explicit
hit em with the triple x rating, i made him talk about a lot of stuff he didn’t wanna talk about
i brought him out and put him on a pedestal
i gotta stay ahead of fools, behead fool
and never let a fool get to thinking that he got the best of me
the recipe is dna, i hit em with the brrrrt
they better get to running cause i’m coming like a carnasaur
and bite him like a piece of meat, i never hide the rage inside of me
i gotta let it out, i gotta show the world that i’m a k!ller
for realer, n0body realer than me
still a threat, i bet i’m not a silhouette
but i bet i got your girl wetter than a waterfall
i’m bout to make her blow like a molotov
i’m never gonna call it off, i gotta keep it jumping til i bump into the ceiling fan
i’m bout to have an aneurysm, hit em with a synonym
and don’t forget the antonym, cause everything i’m handing em’s over their head like anakin skywalker
my doctor told me i got a sickness that they cannot cure
burr, i’m colder than a polar bear, so i gotta get it heated like a solar flare
but i know a lot of people over there are gonna be talking that sh-t
crickets, crickets, jimminy crickets
you’re nothing but a bunch of f-cking midgets talking like giants
i’m from the south and i’m trying to open your eyes a bit
take a look, i’m the sh-t
coming to get em, i gotta hit em like a bullet from a gun when i’m pulling the trigger
see, i’m super and sicker when i’m paintign the picture
make you faint when the ripsta attacking the scene
while i’m after the green, but i ain’t finna pinch ya like a leprechaun
it’s not nice to steal from a leprechaun
i haven’t heard anyone rap like this in about ten years

[outro:]

wooh
machine gun lyricism
dna tru ripsta
back in this b-tch like always
all you haters, ya’ll can suck it easy
i don’t hear nothing, i don’t hear nothing
ya ain’t got sh-t

- dna tru lyricist

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