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dna tru lyricist – daniel mon-hoe diss (part 2) lyrics

[intro]
godd+mn, get your sk!ll up
get everything up
stick figure ass boy
get everything up, bro
you see, the difference between me and you is + i actually know how to make music
for real, though, this motherf+cker’s over here+
quit f+ckin’ reachin’ out to me, b+tch
how many f+ckin’ things i gotta block you on?
sound like a godd+mn f+ckin’ conehead
‘fore i come over there in real life and just crack your face
uh

[verse]
quit talkin’ on the mic, you lil’ stick figure boy
if i saw you in real life, i’ll break your stick figure, boy
snap you like a cheap+ass plastic mcdonalds toy
how can you man up against me when you just a little boy?
this guy likes to talk about things and such
man, shut the f+ck up, you ain’t even got no rappin’ voice
you just a f+ck+ass punk+ass b+tch
how many block b+ttons do i have to cl!ck?
apparently all of ’em, ’cause he followin’ me everywhere
i guess you’re scared of duckin’ now, you poppin’ up everywhere
while i’m chillin’ on fortnite, tryna stream my games
here comes this autistic kid with some carpal tunnel in
couldn’t hit the backside of a skyscr+per with your diss track
this that handmade authentic lyricism, you’re that bought+off+wish rap
now listen to the way i make this track straight jam
while your catalog soundin’ like a stephen hawking’s wasteland
i wouldn’t do a feature for you if you paid me eight grand
i’m dissin’ you for the fun of it, you ain’t even raise the stakes, man
all i hear is a lot of fake facts and chatter when you rap
now sit back and listen to the grandmaster on a track
you see the all+in+all man, and i ain’t even gotta try
’cause god and i got a tie, he said daniel gotta die
i ain’t even gotta lie, you just flunked out of slaughter high
’cause those sh+tty disses you spit put me to sleep like a lullaby
still yawnin’, still on him, you get lyrically sodomized
i’ll tell you what, hit me up the day that your channel gets monetized
or the day you can harmonize, or efficiently lay your syllables
when you were born, they shoulda strangled your ass with your own umbilical
now let me get a little biblical, in the bible + daniel fought a lion
but, see, david fought goliath, all i do is leave giants lyin’
on their back, every time that i rap with one fatal blow
so what the f+ck you think gonna happen to daniel mon+hoe?
like marilyn monroe, lift your skirt when the air blows
then penetrate you with an exploding rambo bow and arrow
the crown on my head is holy, stays golden like pharaoh
it ain’t fair, though, when i’m pullin’ the hay from the scarecrow
throw the torch at his feet while i beat his ass and torture the beat
filet this skin+and+bones b+tch with no portion of meat
i can see why you need the beef, motherf+cker, you’re starvin’
bring me his head on halloween, it ain’t no punk that i’m carvin’
you been beggin’ for this reply while i been beggin’ your pardon
now the trashman tellin’ me something smells dead in my garbage
i said “yeah, it’s just a cat my dogs k!lled in the back”
when, in fact, it’s daniel mon+b+tch rolled up in plastic wrap
ain’t no bringin’ this b+st+rd back, take his ass to the dump
and leave this crippled yellow jacket on top of a trash slump
you’re gettin’ your ass pumped on this mic again, boy
nah, you ain’t never got the right to say my name again, boy
i can see the other group members laughin’ at your ass now
like, godd+mn, dna again just rapped his ass out
hospital gown, bl++dy wrecked him naked ass out
have the psych ward come and take his wack rappin’+ass out
[outro]
aye, get him the f+ck out of here
no, no

- dna tru lyricist lyrics

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