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dna tru lyricist - layin bones lyrics

[verse 1:]

yo, i’m laying bones and taking thrones to make my own
take out a loan, buy a machete, your face is gone
i’m the horror rapper, the one that’s creeping through your home
happy halloween, i snip and disconnect your phone
i’m not that guy you wanna try
i’m like cujo, the candyman, the it, the shining, the fly, oh my
i started to decompose, no lie, don’t cry
cause the day i die is the day pigs fly
i came out the telepod, strength like a h-lla-god
for the h-ll of it, i’ll headb-tt a helicopter head on
hitting the sh-t dead on, busting it to fragments runnning right through it and sped on
i hope you got your head on tight when i spit this fed song
this the intro to october, see my red arms?
cause i been ripping these little b-tches to bits and-
dipping em in seasoning and then eat em like chicken
you’re tripping if you think i’m kidding, you better believe it
you better believe i’m beheading the people who thinking i’m evil
i pray to the steeple and this is halloween
i got a horror cerebral, i’m telling all these p-ssies they better work on they kegels
it better be tight for when i be getting up in and ripping it wide-
open, i’m scoping the one who be thinking i’m joking, i k!ll em tonight
i’m ready to ride, ready to die
ready to k!ll em and bringing em inside
wheeling em back on the table for the autopsy, i’m finsta tr-i
am dna,i don’t give a d-mn, hand me they-
f-cking bl–dy hands and see me work em like a dj
it’s hurting me to see them b-tches twerking in the evening
so imma merk em easy, i’m a murderer lyrically merking you
dispurting the words to re-nurture you but the effects reversed on you
like making a deal, signing your name on the scroll for urrcela
now you can’t say sh-t until your voice resurfaces
(welcome to my house)

[verse 2:]

you just stepped in a cathedral of f-cking evil
it’s the evil dead, you better run and tell your people to-
watch out cause i’m jumping em like evil knievel
dumping their feeble thoughts out like i’m pumping diesel
it’s tha vin diesel of that rap game
“pitch black” watch your back, mayn
it’s the rap attacking, get back, where you at, mayn?
‘fore the axe starts hacking and packing your bodies in baggies to put you up under the gr-ss, mayn
i’m sneaking like a slithering gr-ss snake getting nasty
c-ck back and nab it, ain’t nothing getting past me
actually you can ask me and get a p-ss from me
not bashfully, you better be coming p-ssionately
taking a knee like a drama cl-ss when you ask from me
never rude, if you have the audacity to-
you get severed in two and then you’re the past to me
never bringing it back to the future, michael j. fox in the car ain’t fast to me
playing the organ is important when i’m mastering
the art of lyricism isn’t such a task to me
it’s attached to me, it’s part of my anatomy
it’s actually a lot harder when you’re making it a masterpiece
i’m a different type of artist you don’t have to see-
what i look like, you can listen and just magically-
become enchanted from my art-craft-rapsody
taking you for a magic carpet ride like aladdin be
and f-ck the 40 thieves, when i’m recording these-
flows, i take their swords and cut em into 43
that’s 1720 pieces – jesus, you can’t stop my thesis
there’s no wrong way to flow like no wrong way to eat a reeses
i bust em to reese’s pieces using telekinesis
this sh-t isn’t easy, it’ll make you wheezy, better believe me
i’m taking and breaking and making em sitting it down for the evening
i hate when they saying i’m sucking – it’s nothing, they always looking for reasoning
like the intricate way that i’m spitting my raps ain’t pleasing them
i’m teasing em with my lyricism, they got to ease to it
you can’t just jump in my plasma pool, you got to get used to it
a noose to it, i’m tighting em up in the sky, leaving em high
i’m bringing the harmony when i be hitting my lows and be hitting my highs
there ain’t no need to life, you can’t tell by the way that i write-
that i’m gonna be kicking badder stories when i rhyme
time isn’t a matter of opinion when i grind
my prime is my pinnacle, i stay in it to shine
a dime is a nickle in my mind, she think she fine
but i got other things to worry about, imma hurry out
i ain’t got time to stand around and wander on a blurry route
i’m a lyricist, i’m a artist
imma be the best, they won’t be able to determine how-
i raise my sk!ll level to super unreal levels
matthew-mcconaughey-mode, i’m bout to k!ll devils
frailty mode, you can tell that i’m throwed
i can’t spot these demons, i give a h-ll what you think, you know?
you better go and dig that hole, you better pray to the lord
i’m running up into the game and i’m coming to get em, the way that i flow is astonishing
a metamorphosis is taking place upon us and there ain’t no time for pondering
wondering if we’re fond of him, we gotta be prepared for the armageddon along with him
we gotta fight the fact that we’re scared and stand proud and promonate
i kinda get a little catatonic over this honestness
alot if it comes from the bottomless pit of my thought-abyss
a pro-geress working over time with a lot of problems
it’s my spartacus heart that inspires me through the metropolis
top-poplis without a suite of armour through the slaughter pit
scratches on my chest like bruce lee with an awesome kick
one hit from it, i promise you, get your posture fixed
adopting this game like it was a couple foster kids
i tossed a disc plain across the mist with a lot of wrist
a circular saw-bladed disc, you take a lot of risk
to test my flow’s awesomeness is preposterous
your top will flip and pop straight open just like a lock was picked
you’ll get lost in it, the second you feel positive
and end up turning hiv-positive
from my lyrical aids in spiritual ways
get lost in a miracle maze for irritable days
i’m gone in the zone, i’m praying and staying strong
while other rappers decaying, that’s when i’m laying their bones
it’s dna

- dna tru lyricist lyrics

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