Tie The Noose

[Verse 1: DNA]
Rappers nowadays, I think they're pretty cute
Coming so obtuse, I think it's time to tie the noose
And hang em high, front of the world for all to see
That your legacy is about to get hacked into shredded wheat

You think your image and your YouTube views is what makes you better?
I challenge these rappers then they too scared to spit a letter
This the rap game, but still you insist to act lame
My YouTube channel consists of my first and last name

I don't hide behind my image or these raps that I've invented
No period mark, I'm using a bomb to end my sentence
The backwards upside-down super spinning booby-trap pyramid
I speak with intelligence but from the way that I'm rolling my tongue, you ain't hearing it

You don't really wanna get it fucking with the DNA, I'm bout to bring it to the abyss of the struggle, they're wasting their breath, stop short, got torched, gonna fucking em up in the head with a lyrical clockwork

Forget the orange
They feelin' my lyrics, they jackin' off to it like porn
It was swore
That I'm never gonna let another person run up and settle this score
Whore

From the skies, it rain down on em
Say what you wanna but I bet you vomit
From the sickenous, rubbing this dick
All on the clitoris

Digging this ditch for your body to sit in and tickin' the tockin' the clock, never stop us so won't ever stop her, continue to chop and then puttin' the head in the stockin' for Christmas (bitch!)

We will be walkin' out, taking a hundred round
Spittin' flames, you're a mutant and then gun her mouth
Up in your momma's house, creep like a hunted mouse
Taking her, remain in the room but I lock this cas'

Stickin' this dick so far up in her ass and through the intestinal passage, it's coming up out her mouth
You don't want to enter the darkness with me, you can bet your ass you're never gonna make it out

I am DNA
No mask, I'ma let em see my face
Your ass is something that I will survey
First class, tell em: "Keep it, I'm chillin' in the back of the plane with a bloody AIDS-infested switchblade"

Get slayed
Steppin' to me? You must want to go out the quick way
Itch-bay, eck-nay, bloody lemonade, egg in brains
Clitoris in my orange juice, citrus, here take a sip of this
Little hint of what's gettin' ripped up on the daily, man, I'm sick of this

[Verse 2: Leach]
Leach!
See what I see then feel what I feel
That is how your ass is gonna get real
Ill feel with the skill of reaper from hell
Chop it up fast like a fucking wood mill

Stay attached to the last blast, start to stack cash
Like a bad meth dealer with no heart for your last breath
Take a damn step, if you wanna build your rep
Come and get it with the creatures that you see before your death

Haunting up people, they tell me I'm crazy, the way that I see things are not really normal
My window is tilted, my mind is so open, that evil is runnin' up out of the corners

My brain is just leaking, my pain has no reason
My blood is now freezin', deceivin' my bein'
I wish I was dreamin' life
Seeing the demon that's screamin'
It's livin' from with inside me

Drugs say they help, when I take em, I melt
Am I here or in Hell? I can't really tell
They call me an addict, the way that I panic
Complaining there's static inside of myself

Attracted to death, I feel the effect
Feeling alone cause life murdered my friends
Huntin' it down with a frown upside down
Gonna find it somehow and smack it with the sledge
Worldwide!

[Verse 3: Yung Revival]
Choppers'll be underground, keep the radiography
Mixtape of my lyrical feat, step up to my prophecy
Keep the features obviously, stop and get yourself a scheme
"What the fuck, stop soundin' peak. You speed it up for success"

Let it be known, wickeder zone
Whipping, attacking that fuck in the room
Bitch, I get it done, attacking the dome
About to give all these haters a song

Enter the scene, then give me the deed
You thinkin' you bump but y'all copies the king
But you with the fakeness, better give in
Bout to say: "fuck it, I'll take it again"

Went to chopping at the cone, cause the fuckers insane
Think of the dippin', then think of the game
They pop it, they focus, I beat you the same
You're talkin' that shit but it's back at the bane

We took on you man, but though they could do, they could do, they could do, wicked and pickin' this bitch
Cause I'm boutta teach, look at the bitches, they certainly jujitsu, took it, the bitch

[Verse 4: DNA]
I invented the complete human body version of stool softener, and I'll pull your skin off of you, and replace you in a torture muscle body suit

Under a heat lamp
I'll make you retreat when I speak chants
From 300 degree Fahrenheit teeth clamps
Scare the critics, we're parasitic

Rare explicit, flares, I'm spitting
Dare you to listen, I'll have you sit in a chair and witness some fair exhibits
So bears will visit, rip you out of your chair like loose hair extensions
Modify you from yourself into a bloody pair of midgets

You're frigid when I'm sticking needles in your photos
I don't fight you with guns, I bite with poisoned gums like Komodos
Told you I'm from a place where custodians run
From bloody floors till I'm the only one left standing solo like Khan