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letra de the blood trap - dna tru lyricist

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happy holiday the holler trees broken
no mistletoe i’m going macaulay culkin
calling all cars the detours now open
the street has been broken wide open
from a meteor smoke in your city see me on winged horse giddy up
with a mane made of the flames
i’m so insidious pity the compet-tion
once i peruse cause there ain’t no one f-cking with me
i’m a monstrous dude and i’m here to prove it
it’s dna b-tch you better move it
i’m sick of these motherf-ckers confusing my movement
bout to give em contusions, black magic illusions
attacking them ruthless mag packed with the full clip i sever induce bullets
i’m still in the werewolf don’t dare look at my toolkit
spitting the grave tool
chewing you up in the pool pit
cracking them over the head with a cue stick
it’s what i do when i’m two
mess with the ruliest
bout to lose my cool whip
smacking them all in the face when i step in the place i be leaving them clueless
leaving em black and blue attack with the crudeness
somebody thinking they’re bringing better than mine
n0body bringing it better than dna
told you back in the day i’m the truest
true lyricist b-tch you hearing this sh-t
i be ripping you to bits when i reap outta the crib
like valic with a mallet that’d give you a calic
and i’ve been swinging it so much that my hands are getting callus
cause i’m mabus on an acid trip
i’m tripping through wonderland through the darkness
thundering with the hardest blundering wondering
if i’ma ever make it out, i made it out and now i’m coming in your house
and then i’m c-mming in your spouse
and i’m about to turn this motherf-cker out
your sh-t is garbage c-ck and blast burn your trash and send a ready cartridge
who the true rap god it’s dna motherf-ckers
i’m back and ready to elong in a virus
would you rather drag a razor blade across your iris
i guess i’ma just tie this b-tch to the chair cause i’m tired
of her lies it’s really getting monotonous
ill a b-tch what’s the constant miscommunication problems
it’s time for me to solve it with the dominous
a car in her face up with the tomahawk
catch me of forensic files the interview
and i’ma talk like i’m miss and mister good guy wanna see hug and kissing
but deep down i know i’m buried
i’m deep down in the trenches
i’m a nice guy on the outside
deep inside i’m the ripster i tried to rip her inside’s out
trying to fist her right in front of her crying sister
while she was throwing a hissy fit started sizzling
frying pan, i threw a p-ssy blister fit
but she didn’t feel that for too long cause both her wrists were slit
the ripgutology, mythology is supposed to get a lot more real to you now
i want the kids to get up and just gather around
my lavage sound and my ravenous hound what’s happening now
with the foul lyrical mouth wow
you better cover your ears
oh that’s right i forgot i cut em off with the shears
i’m of, off the rear wheel cow was sucking them queers
i’m topping the year off
cracking you over the head with a bottle of beer i’m the top of the rap peers
i’ma reign supreme
doing it underground no famous dream
but it keeps my hunger hotter than steam
thoughts deep and dark as a submarine
it’s still cleaner than some summers eve
but as filthy as pee, vomit, blood stains and c-m
your guilty as three mommas sucking my thing at once
i came to run the hostels suffer the pain it’s fun
for me to witness you b-tches getting ya tanglier spun
obtain c-m in your throat
i aim at tongues
now swallow this sh-t ya b-tch
dumb vein i’m done
i can’t tell what’s real or a metaphor anymore i don’t know
i continue to record some more p-rn
pouring to the bath tub overflows on the floor
sleeps under the front door
neighbours witness the gore
i’m going off you’ll never see the day i’m going soft
cause my loves songs undergo harder than your thug songs
if i get rubbed wrong your sh-t is gettin’ cropped
you was dead wrong b-tch you ain’t close to the top, why?
all you do is chop you need to stop with the shenanigans
when i grab the mic i leave them paused like a mannequin
something they can’t believe or understand
that man is capable of raping a whole new age
of grateful, mistakable pile of sh-t
garbage running down said excuse to an artist
you r-t-rded as doctor seuss of a bottle of rim and rum
and rent a martian from mars entasked with his debt
and that you not c-ck it back and spray his head now all over the party
beg you pardon annihilate to the parting from your body
along with your arms too
you f-cked with the wrong dude
got my weak linked views it’s burning ya
turn to step up wick who b-tch?
this is john wick 2
stabbing you in the neck with a pencil
better respect what i bent you for it
end you bend you into a pretzel
there ain’t another rapper you can extend you for a helping hand
cause david g phelps is the motherf-cking man
and i’m in an isle of em and i solemnly swear by the sleigh
murder ares the holler they k!lling all of that
like right now f-ck an autograph
wear my truth and stand up and honour that
let these motherf-ckers know that they ain’t f-cking with the hardest rapper
that they ever heard in they life
then i will slaughter cats put em in my blood trap
this ain’t no thug rap
this is true lyricist sh-t straight crush rap
t r u know you love that
i’m biting at your club song might make a love track
anybody talking sh-t about that, f-ck that
want some you know where to come at
any sh-t you spit at me i got the perfect comeback
embarr-ss you, you better never come back
that was only one track
i got a million of em i’ma k!ll a dozen of em
tons a dozen of em
friends, homie, cousins of a mother
doesn’t matter i’ma put em all up in my blood trap b-tch

- dna tru lyricist

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