Ass Whoppin

[Hook: Sampled]
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Hypnotize that motherfucker
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Fucking up motherfuckers is my game

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Hitting 'em with the lyrical ass whoopin', [?]
Might shook his ass like an AND1 Mixtape
Hotsauce will break his ankles, now he can't stand straight
[?] when you break yourself a leg, you can't sit straight
Clasicc Mixtape Part 2, aren't you
The hating motherfucker that was last on my page?
What you doing here now, tryna analyze
Tryna break down shit and tryna learn my ways?
Get up out of my face, bitch, you ain't no lyricist
Can't rap worth for shit, you're making me sick
When I'm hearing that the plain and simple fact is that you have no rhythm
You ain't еven learned thе basics, got you locked inside my prison
I can kick a mean flow like I'm Bruce Lee, side kick
I daydream with Chuck Norris as my sidekick
Better not even try this, the art of Kung Fu
Ip Man-taught, chopping 'em into hot stew
Dropping a lyrical email on 'em, bet I got news
Leaving 'em hanging high, throwing rocks at the noose
Shit is biblical, ridicule with your typical pitiful-ass
Lyrics that you're typing, really thinking you're a felon
I'ma ending 'em all, putting their head in the guillotine
Lyrical creatine, this is where they all fall down
When they hear the Tru Lyricist on the heavy metal sound
Making a mushroom cloud 'til there's nothing else around

[Hook: Sampled]
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Hypnotize that motherfucker
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Fucking up motherfuckers is my game

[Verse 2: DOWN6]
Made a couple milli' off murder music, I might abuse it
Hundred different methods to kill a bitch and it's quite amusing
Bound up to the frame in the shed, and the fucking wires bruising
Slash at every limb, every artery, they comply diffusing
The situation, entering and killing the motherfucking mental patient
None of you bitches ready when I'm aiming, now obliteration
Hide inside the padded room, they forcing down the medication
Tie me to the bed and force a needle, full with agitation
When I'm outta psych, y'all are gonna regret
You'll drop on the ground, nobody around, investigator perplexed
I got a team of fucking demons and we leave you possessed
When I hear the sound of snakes, know they getting de-essed
I slice ten times right at your neck
I see the soul leave the body, yeah, you finna get hexed
I gotta cut 'em all up in the burner, then I serve out the rest
I'm finna fill a motherfucker with the lead, I gotta put a bullet in the chest

[Hook: Sampled]
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Hypnotize that motherfucker
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Fucking up motherfuckers is my game

[Verse 3: Leach]
Swinging all these flows, I kill and slice flows
To their nose, they don't really wanna go toe-to-toe
With the lyrical Jet Lee, or the spiritual Pedley
While I'm knocking off heads like an ancient heavy batter ram
Through the backdoor, got me sharpening the battle axe
It's always staying cold, had to roll up on an arctic cat
Bloodying the snow while I drag 'em to their habitat
Causing heart attacks as I shoot 'em all, the art of rap
Anytime when I drop on the mic
It's like a bomb going off, I been fond of the sight
If it's on, then it's oughta be from Gone in the Night
And now the artist tryna do it, they not doing it right
'Cause I bury my opponents in a fury, leave 'em hanging from the noose that I removed from his neck
Ain't no other way to say it, leaving your ass up on the pavement
Then they're poking at a dragon breathing fire from his chest
And these jaws that drop shit, chomping down like a vice
Looking like they've got shot with a shotgun by Yusuke
Should've put a helmet on that head, now they're shanked 'cause the shit that I lay be giving 'em a [?]
Riding like a Blue Bay, jumping up out of [?]
Call me up again, I'll deliver free like DoorDash
But if I offend, always down to want more
That's 'cause everybody dead is all I see for the forecast, yeah
Floor the gas when I bet your body was done
Yet I keep going, my grands are raising, not gonna stop us so come
And you can bet when shit go crazy, I'll be leaving 'em spun
Throwing jabs at their torso 'til I puncture their lung
You're numb, thinking about the way that I'm an animal like the pyre
Dripping the magma, [?] embers, I've been moving the burning timber
While they're saying that they're hard, there ain't nobody at their funeral
Standing bold where my foes staying colder than the winter time, watch

[Hook: Sampled]
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Hypnotize that motherfucker
I'm gonna show you how to whoop a motherfucker's ass
Fucking up motherfuckers is my game

[Bridge]
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckers
Use a snake on that son of a bitch
Use a snake on that son of a bitch