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letra de what 2 rap about - dna tru lyricist

[intro:]

yo, i have no idea what to rap about
what the f-ck should i rap about
i don’t know what to rap about
i gotta finish this cd
so f-ck it, we’re just gonna wing it
yo

[verse 1:]

what can i rap about? how about the fact that i’m an acid [?]
p-ssing out in a bath tile on top of a plastic couch
waking up to attrachi house
grab the last amount of leftout pizza crust and stuffed it in my mouth
playing cat and mouse with the broad who p-ssed my house wearing a black sheer blouse
thinking if i stand here long enough, maybe she’ll ask me out
wiping the snot off my mirror to see clearer
drinking a free beer that i got from these three queers
telling me to drink with them, i think not
i’d rather jack off and make negative ink lines
i got astigmatism and my eye sees spots
everytime i stare into the sky above the tree tops
but never fail to see cops trynna abduct my pitbull while he’s just enjoying a nice walk
getting shot by a redneck with a 12 gauge up the block
and yet he’s still alive k!lling in my yard, he can’t be stopped

[hook:]

i’m just sitting here typing up sh-t to laugh about
trynna finish this new cd and i ain’t backing out
whether it’s happy thoughts, sad thoughts or something i’m mad about
the fact is i just don’t know what to rap about

[verse 2:]

verse 2, car-jacking a he-rs- too
driving through the nearest street sign, working dirt through
hit the first dude and jumped out of the he-rs- to ask him “are you hurt, dude?”
“because you sure smell bad, here, have some perfume”
b-tches try to make me jealous
hooking up with my closest fellas acting like they have a broken telephone
knock knock, no one’s home
now get off my front porch, b-tch, before i break your collar bone
i’m sitting here all alone, just me and mike
who’s mike, you ask? that’s my microphone
no lights are on like there’s no one home
but people still knock on my door with the hyper tone
that’s when i get hyper and tell em to get gone
then the cellphones come out to phone the police like i was wrong
am i in the wrong? i just want privacy
entirely acquiring that vibe, i’ll be silently-

[hook:]

[verse 3:]

verse 3, you think you can hurt me?
i’m unearthing an incredible hulk rage to the third degree
to commit a murder in the first degree with second degree burns on your knees
you’ll need an emergency infirmary
to learn the chi of my art graph, you have to learn from me
i was taught by a wizard at the early age of three
i didn’t have first words, i had first rhymes
saying “mama, can you feed me? my tummy hurts, i’m hungry”
“honey, i’m out of breastmilk – i took 24 hours to recoup but there’s none still”
one pill will have me like a spun wheel
having a fun-filled time as i’m moonwalking through a minefield
great, i just lost my body parts
the party starts and i can’t show up in my ed hardy shorts
no arms to drive my honda accord hot import
but got in the party for nothing cause i was nothing to get in for

[hook:]

- dna tru lyricist

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