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dna tru lyricist - wreckronomican choppers lyrics

[verse 1: s7ven da don]

[verse 2: splytsecond]
politics and poverty the diabetic arteries i can start a war using a dictionary as an armory, the lyrics are a part of me infused in my biology they pile up in my head until the swelling begins to bother me
the only way to alleviate the pain is take a beat and make it rain with bars inebriate the lame and then completely break the sane make em insane as i stick em up for the sanity hands in the air with a gun to they head i’m callin it a robbery
it’s up to you to determine control from the pace fully automatic delivery got em salivating all over the place, it’s already been duly noted that when i lock and load it and quote it so speedy you don’t even know when to race
how do you expect em to peep when ya flow’s broken your topics redundant and you speakin slow motion, so you strike a match and hope that it spark but i have got the coldest heart so i throw it up in the refrigerator to keep it below frozen
i been patiently waitin to put a stake into satan, does that make me a s-d-st famous for instantaneous combustion when i’m lacin the racists while racin wit amos’s cookies asalamalyk-m
(yo splyt chill) but this beat i really couldn’t wait to be breakin (aight get em then) instead of leavin em dead right they’re gonna be dead wrong soon as i put em inside of a coffin it’ll be know that they were gravely mistaken
lyrical ak-ma yo the best is comin on (boom), you don’t want nothin to do with the sets i’m bombin on
when are you finally gonna accept the i’m a don, witnessin the double s phenomenon
have you performin an act of vicious sacrilegious s-x in ramadan, explode whenever the lyrical techs blow yes i’m rhymin on, third of the verbalism bringin the murder with him wrecronmicon that’s literally it you all i’m gone

[verse 3: dna]
wreckronomican were never comical abominable flows i’m coming to f-ck em all when i’m sticking it in their abdominal
came from the book of the wreck and i reckon i’m wrecking the second i step up in the booth, i’m letting em all get a taste
b-tch i’m all up in the place, with a prominent dominant flow and i’m coming like a comet when it’s falling from sp-ce
to hit the earth i’m causing a chasm when i’m spitting it and making it happen, somebody still thinking they bringing it better than mine that ain’t gon happen
imma f-ck em all up lyrically, individually, they must be silly imma pop up on em like a wheelie
hit em with the horrorcore now really what the dilly, and i don’t give a f-ck if you got a buck or a mili
imma still hit you with the supernatural flow, i’m stepping back in the door and letting these hoes know the champ is here
i’m still out spitting every motherf-cker what the f-ck is wrong with you b-tch can’t you hear?
i’m going cannibalistical, man is this typical, for fifteen years i’ve always stuck to my principle, i listen to the best of the best and nothing less
try to top em all with a lyrical interval till there’s no one identical, they can’t f-ck with the cynical way i spit from the pinnacle with unlimited tentacles
better talk to the general cause i’m topping the general, wanna be making fun of me stuffed animals
inject em with a cotton melting antidote, hopping em like an antelope, trick em when i hand em dope put lyrics in their hand
then telekinetically lifting anvils up and drop em on their cantelouple like d-mn
they better never ever read from the book again, take a look again and i promise i’ll hook your friends
and make em look like canned chili, d-mn really man will he ever hold back, h-ll no
imma ram dilly bars up in your b-tch really hard till you feel the star, f-cking em all up with the realest bars
i’m real bizarre, n-body bringing it tougher still a hard
act to follow because i’m all over the universe, having a rap battle on mars, man i’m from the book of the wreck aka the wreckronomicon
you’re getting f-cked and i ain’t even got a condom on, now you and lyrical aids got a common bond
if i ain’t on a song i’m out eating during ramadan, yeah i’m a wrong minded lyricist i’m bombing on
anyone who wants to come and get it, i’m coming in their face every time, they taste this oasis, good gracious, chopping em all and locking em up in the bas-m-nt
john wayne gace sh-t and motherf-ck jason and motherf-ck jeffrey dahmer on that g-y sh-t, my d-ck stay hard, thinking of p-ssy
putting her -ss in the bed and f-cking her hard till i’m making her come, if somebody thinking they bringing it better than me then they gotta be done
this the wreckronomicon and i’ve only just begun, i’m murdering motherf-ckers and i’m doing it just for fun, so prumpupupum on the motherf-cking drum and let the trumpet blow b-tch it’s time for war
i’m coming with the motherf-cking creativity originality and sk!ll you can’t find no more motherf-cker

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