dna tru lyricist – never been the type freestyle lyrics
[intro]
yeah, i figured i’d do this one
since i am up early out my casket, you feel me?
hah
i know there’s a lot of types out there, huh
got these dudes rollin’ around jammin’ r&b, and sh+t
we got these motherf+ckers who love that so+called “swag” sh+t
f+ck swag
i ain’t never been the type, you feel me?
let’s go, uh
[verse]
i never been the type to ride around and jam love sh+t
but that don’t mean that i can’t love sh+t, i love this
this sick sh+t, stirrin’ ’em like bisquick
leavin’ ’em with their wrist slit, f+ckin’ with mе
my baby mama jammed some love sh+t on halloween, wе got in a fight over that sh+t
f+ck you mean? i’m gettin’ out of this car and i’m takin’ this baby with me
she better off with me anyway
i seen her plenty days, when’s the last time you showed your face? no place
nowhere to be found, you ain’t got no taste, b+tch
i’m motherf+ckin’ chillin’ on it, yet still i’m on it
she say “i’ll make you sink to your stomach” “b+tch, i’ll make you spill your vomit”
feel the comet comin’ at you, this is deep impact
when i send a verse back, i don’t leave a single person intact
i been bad, this ain’t no comedy like sinbad
i sin bad, makin’ ’em break like a thin bag
end that piece of sh+t verse you been writin’
i been lyin’ out on an aircraft swing and then divin’
five+thousand leagues into the sea, then enticin’
jaws to run, and aquaman to give up his trident
do you think you could think of wordplay like that? they’re still tryin’
i thin+slice a beef jerky colombian bison, i mean honey bison
what more do they want? the money’s risin’
yet still i can’t get a commission, yet still you want me tryin’, sayin’ “hi”
and askin’ if they want a free sample
i hope texas best smokehouse goes out like a green candle
i got mean handles when i’m on that like kareem campbell
and i know my brother got that medal for obscene [?]
droppin’ on everyone else like [?]
while he be in the dust of my grr meep+meep
takin’ off like road runner like meep+meep ny+nyoom+nyoom
somebody thinkin’ they’re bringin’ it better than mine, what you gon’ do+ do?
you can’t fu+ fumes +umes with my fu+ fu+ f+ck stick
huck this, puck+puck, b+tch, i f+ck ’em up quick
so shut your f+cked lips, you can’t get with this
this ripgut sick sh+t, cannibalistic
can i get stati+ stati+ stic? come close
i run off, i disappear like a ghost
i am the paranormal activity
grab an axe and whack his head like it’s a wicker tree
’cause i’m the wickerman, i don’t know of a sicker man
if you can find a sicker man, i stick a man with a knife in hand
knife in hand, slicin’ ’em, it’s excitin’ when i’m doin’ it
i’m chewin’ it, spewin’ it, who knew it’s the crudest sh+t?
who knew it’s the rudest? balloons blowin’ up like (+boom+) and sh+t
and this the sh+t, this the sh+t you been waitin’ for, pixy stix
fairy dust, motherf+ckin’ fun dip b+tches
come get tickets to my f+ckin’ funhouse, b+tches
tongue gets wicked+ wicked+ wicked
if+ if+ if it+ jiminy cri+ crickets
i am the si+ sickest in the funhouse
don’t bring along your dumb spoues
she’ll end up drunk on the couch before i rip her lungs out
i’ll leave you spun out, walkin’ through my hamster wheel, i’m amped to k!ll
get sn+tched by the cold hands of steel
f+ck the man of steel, i’m a zod+like demon
that’s feignin’ to leave you tied up in the trunk of a tanned slim deville
cadillac coupe deville, shoot to k!ll, uzi spillin’ bucket sh+lls
i mean buckets of blood and bullet sh+lls
i’m pullin’ sh+lls back with dylan, the hidden doors of h+ll
“[?]” oh well, you’re gettin’ wrecked by a broke+ass sob
so help me if i let a millionaire flow as dope as me
you better hope the key fits the lock, you’re tellin’ me to set you free?
to let you free, you’re gonna need one h+ll of a skeleton key
to reread the pelican brief, this visit won’t be brief
you won’t be able to breathe when i take you on the k!lling spree funhouse coaster ride
you poser, i oughta rip you up out of your overalls
it’s over, i told you it’s over, why?
i’m override, i’m overk!ll, i’m overwilling to k!ll you
what the f+ck will you do? (what you gon’ do?)
know what i’ll do? (what’s that?)
huh i’m not the type, i’ll take you out dude (take ’em out, b+tch)
[outro]
hah, i’m not the type
i’m not the type, motherf+cker, i’m not the type to f+ck with
(way too motherf+ckin’ unorthodox)
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