f#cking- I don’t f#cking be cool with m#th*rf#ck*rs again like that
That’s not even in my code that I operate by
So I already brought him back, like, you don’t understand, he just- f#cking started running his mouth again
You know? He should- he shoulda f#cking learned the first f#cking time
Don’t f#ck with me
And then he wants to open his f#cking mouth again
So if you think this is gonna be an ongoing f#cking cycle, you’re f#cking wrong
Let him know that sh#t, f#ck him
This is dedicated to you, dear b#tch
This is dedicated to the coward bars that you spit
Hiding behind this Facebook messaging sh#t
If I caught you in real life, you would get your wig split
You f#cking autistic b#tch, opening up your mouth to me
Snapping your #ss in half likе a twig is what we ’bout to see
I’ll f#cking wipe you off the planеt, you take your safety for granted
And you’re headed near my three explosive devices been planted
You spent too much time focusing on writing your bars
You need to spend more time focusing on how to go hard
Kicked him out the group, brought him back, thought he learned
Opening up his mouth one too many times done got him burned
You’re gonna respect me, b#tch, give a f#ck what you say
Dedicate your whole life to rap, still won’t f#ck with DNA
Daniel Mon-Hoe, fake #ss infestation
Wasps laying on their back when I’m raiding up on your station
I’ll slap you with no hesitation, m#th*rf#ck*r, f#ck you
Do some g#dd#mn push-ups, eat some g#dd#mn stew
Celibate for five months? Who knew?
Couldn’t get no chick, now you’re depressed and do you boo-hoo
m#th*rf#ck*r, watch some f#cking p#rn, let off some steam
Bring your #ss to box fight, you’re nowhere to be seen
“It’s a waste of my time, I play the game how I want to”
Quit hiding, you little b#tch, come get your #ss run through
f#ck your fake #ss life, your mom took your PS4 away
It’s somewhere up in the top of her closet, stored away
So now you have no choice but to write a flow
But next time you decide to diss me, better say my name, hoe
I just went to the station and came back
I didn’t know I was about to sit down and make your brains go splat
You want some notoriety? You want some attention?
You just want your name to be something a Tru Lyricist mentions
m#th*rf#ck*r, haha, better learn the g#dd#mn basics
Learn to ride a beat, get some rhythm, it’s hellacious
Good gracious, this m#th*rf#ck*r’s wearing on my patience
Daniel must be tweeking, I’m about to leave him faceless
I’ll ripgut your soul out then bring a ceramic bowl out
Just to smash it in your hoe mouth, now what the f#ck you know ’bout
Getting checked in real life? Not a g#dd#mn thing
f#cking p#ss#, change your tampon, pull the g#dd#mn string
Little crackhead, smart-mouth, repeating your f#cking self
Thinking you got it all figured out? I think you need some f#cking help
You’re f#cking with David Phelps, A.K.A. DNA
Your name is Daniel Mon-Hoe, A.K.A. you’re getting slayed
Give a f#ck who you got on your track or who you think has your back
I’ll lyrically skin you alive and make you take an acid bath
You musta popped an acid tab, you musta ate a pound of shrooms
Assuming you could sneak-diss me? I’m waiting in your room
Up in the dark corner like Babadook, through the shadows I loom
While your mom brings you your dinner while you’re sitting and watching cartoons
I’m ’bout to grab you by your neck, and drag you straight to your doom
We all float down here, Danny, it’s lifeless bodies hanging from balloons
So get consumed, m#th*rf#ck*r, f#ck you
I don’t give a f#ck what the f#ck you wanna do
Take it to the pen and pad, or meet me in the streets
Either way, it doesn’t matter, you’re ’bout to get your #ss beat
Tru sh#t
m#th*rf#ck*r put a diss out, he’s still popping off at the mouth
You know what I’m saying? Like, m#th*rf#ck*r, you’re already walking on thin ice
Man tryna tell me to stop b#llsh#tting him, “why didn’t he just say he was taking a break instead of quitting for good?” m#th*rf#ck*r, you don’t- don’t you realize you shouldn’t open your mouth to me – period?
Like, he doesn’t get that
You know, f#ck- f#ck him, f#ck him
That’s all I can say, man, f#ck him
f#cking had it with that f#cking little b#tch, I- I just really have
I really the f#ck have
And it just pisses me off f#cking even f#cking talk about him
“I’m tryna repair” you ain’t repairing sh#t, man, you’re getting yourself-
You ain’t repairing f#cking sh#t with me, f#ck you
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