Twisted Insane Diss Part 2

[Intro: Sample of DNA Tru Lyricist "Neither Do I", Twisted Insane & Lady Insane]
Don't be fuckin' with me, don't be talkin' shit, bitch
Man, ain't nobody payin' attention to that shit, man
Come on, man, ain't nobody payin' attention to that shit
That shit trash
This nigga DNA came in here tryna get some plug, right?
And y'all don't know who it is, y'all probably might not know, but this nigga been doing for funny shit for years
Like, over a decade
I'm like "fuck this nigga, let's catch a fade, nigga, a f-"
You wanna rap, nigga? I'll beat your motherfuckin' ass
Kamikazi came and got on and destroyed his whole shit up
He tried taggin' me in some shit, and I was like "Don't tag me and shit, 'cause I don't know who the fuck you are"
I still got some wild voicemail he sent
I don't know how I got a voicemail, he sent me a voicеmail just-
I still got it, too, 'cause I could- I could really demol- I could-
Hе's like "I can rap too! Listen to me! I can rap too! But igga, I don't give a fuck, who the fuck are you? Nobody gives a fuck
This nigga sent me a whole voicemail like "Nigga, you my favorite, I love you, I just did that shit just for attention, man"
He does all these diss songs, he's dissin' Lynch, he dissed my homie- he dissed the homie Brotha Lynch and all those other- this nigga stupid, man
This nigga, out of nowhere comes in, pops on one of my- on- on- on a Freaky Friday, like out of nowhere, like, a couple weeks back
And I'm like "This is that motherfucker that was doin' all that di- that was doin' that dissin' for yea- over a decade of disses"
I call it- let's just call this nigga "decade of disses"
He comes on here with the dec- and he w- what's he wanna do? He wanna talk that, he wanna just rap
So I say "okay, it's your turn, what you wanna ask Kazi first?" and this nigga like "Nah, I wanna rap"
"I wanna show you I'm a rapper too, I'm cool"
And I tried- I didn't say nothin', 'cause as soon as he popped up on the screen - I was about to go in, but I said "let me not go in"
And if I see you, I'd still fuck you up on sight
Nigga, go fuckin' take your shit somewhere else, stupid lil-
Fuck that shit, go take that shit somewhere else, we don't give a fuck when you talk shit
Nigga, I been seein' you try to talk shit on my husband for a minute, take that shit somewhere else
Aye, man, he's really nobody, we've been givin' him too much
Yeah, he ain't shit
This is, like, I mean, we over talkin' 'bout, is this the corniest, you know, cornflake motherfucker? Like, what are we doin'?

[Intro 2: Sample & DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm gon' kill him
No, not that way
I'ma mutilate him, bring him to me
Let's see what he's got
You think I'm nobody? Keep thinkin' that
'Cause this nobody is about to push you over the line
This nobody is gonna force you into the fuckin' booth
This nobody is gonna make your own fuckin' brainiac fans ashamed of you
Because you're not defendin' yourself on the mic
Never in my fuckin' life will I have a rapper of my caliber come at me the way I've come at you, and me just sit back and twiddle my fuckin' thumbs and talk about it
Fuck no, this is tru shit

[Verse: DNA Tru Lyricist & Sample of Twisted Insane]
Talkin' about that nobody talkin' about the diss, well, you talkin' about it
Sayin' it's trash, but you know it's not, and you not gonna doubt it
Let me ask you somethin', if I'm trash, what the fuck are you?
Toxic waste in a shit sewer? Get a fuckin' clue
Callin' me trash when I'm the motherfuckin' king
Knockin' Brainsick Muzik out the motherfuckin' ring
What the fuck's a brainiac? Some cartoon Animaniac?
There ain't a cat that be fuckin' with the tru level
It's time to slay the last demon
Try to rap all dark, you're all talk and no bark, you ain't no true devil
You gettin' levelled over the bass and the treble
Jason inevitably swingin' a machete, makin' your face dribble blood
Get on the fuckin' mic, talkin' about what you could do, exaggerating voicemails about love
'Cause you ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
You're scared as fuck to go against me, give Kamikazi a hug
Talkin' about how 'he destroyed my whole shit', hah
All you plastic-ass rappers are about to fall
Talkin' about 'you got a voicemail from me'
Let's talk facts, I still remember the day I gave you a call
I bet you weren't expectin' DNA to call your phone
I bet I caught you off-guard like a motherfucker
When I told you "It's DNA", you know who I was
But you actin' like you thinkin' hard than a motherfucker
When the disses were out, I seen your comments
But now you're tryna act like you don't know who I am?
What's wrong Twisted Insane? Why you scared to talk?
I only called to talk to you like a fuckin' man
I tried to squash the shit, try to be cool witcha
But you're tryna play like you're too Hollywood
"Who is this? Who? DNA? Sorry, I don't know you" pssh, it's all good
If that's how you want to play it, I thought you was real
But when the real on your doorstep, you wanted to crack the seal
I can feel all your fans' temperature risin' now
Already in the comments 'fore the song ends, chill
To all y'all, you what's funny as fuck?
Your favorite rapper won't even get on the mic and defend himself
I'm tired of hittin' this punching bag
Tired of wavin' this belt in his face, honestly, I'm gettin' bored as hell
Let me tell you somethin'
Never in my fuckin' life would I have a rapper of my caliber on my fuckin' ass
And just sit back with some mumbling chit chat, getting wrecked on the mic while I'm duckin' his fuckin' ass
Hell nah, motherfucker, this is tru shit
Tie The Noose shit, all these rappers know my fuckin' name
From Rittz to Bizzy Bone to K-Rino to Brotha Lynch Hung, all the way down to Twisted Insane
Some of 'em cool with me, some of 'em not, that's cool
But I know one thing, they better not say my fuckin' name
Unless it's respect, I capture that shit
Unless they got the balls to rap and bringin' it to the fuckin' game
While you sit back, half-ass cappin' and shit
While I'm rippin' up the mic, like, what's happenin', shit?
Or to spit it in your terms, what's brackin', and shit?
[?]
"Don't tag me, and shit" bitch please, I'm sendin' you this too
Bing! Notification, the Twisted Diss 2
On the next Freaky Fridays, you can bet you this too:
Twisted says it's trash, but the fact is it it's too much for you when I'm on your ass in this booth
So, motherfucker, shut up and get on this mic
Or give up and comment "fire", and hit on this like
'Cause I write like I never left, and spit like I might
Create another ocean on another planet, I'm that tight
Damn it, I write like there's no flaw in my craft
I spit that Open Water 3: Cage Dive
You're stranded in the ocean at night with a shark there, 'bout to draw on your raft
Oh no, better watch what you're saying, so lethal
Within the folds, it grows [?]
The feeling can't be contained, I altered your brain
Walkin' around with the mental capacity of the age of four
Kick in the door, get on the floor, give me the dough
Give me the Pro Logic studio, you know, everything's got to go
'Cause you're scared to use it, I murder you with this music
Tryna out-rap me is useless, motherfucker, don't you know?
I wrecked your own Spider in the Night beat harder than you
Look up "DNA Spider in the Night Remix", it's true
Anything you do, I take it to the next level (pro rappin')
I got you hydroplanin' over wet pebbles (no traction)
They better stick to your basic flow
Get taped up and thrown in the crawlspace, a gangster's flow
I'm makin' more than you can accumulate, so what you waitin' for?
Get on the fuckin' mic or shut the fuck up
You already know that I murder you at this shit like Joe Pesci, what's funny?
You gonna fuck me up on sight? Let me tell you, that's funny
Soundin' mad and wantin' a fight 'cause you can't out-rap me
Man, get your ass in the cab, shut up and sit in the backseat
I run this shit while you're thinkin' it's so funny
Yeah, it's so funny, you gettin' wrecked by this nobody
And I do it for free, we ain't gotta bet no money
I can hear you now "Okay, I'ma wreck him", "No, honey
Don't give him the time of day" Lady Insane, shut the fuck up
And keep your basic mouth buttoned the fuck up
Get ready for the tag, bitch, 'cause it's comin' again
I'm choppin' you up on the mic and I kinda be like an [?] comin' at you with a 110 miles per hour up in this bitch
Then I'll show you the real darkest hour up in this bitch
Spittin' voodoo with the root of all evil, my brain is dialled in
When I shoot for the face, you in another place, fuck an asylum
Bashin' you over the head with a violin 'til you dumber than an island boy
(Aye man, he's really nobody) Yeah, besides all that, you been pretty silent, boy
I'm stompin' on him like a monster in the dark when I'm on him
You should be honored when DNA makes a diss about you
Talkin' all this shit about me on your motherfuckin' Freaky Friday when I'm lyrically knockin' the piss up out you, wooh
I freestyled that line there, no lie, though
And when I'm done with this murder, I'm not liable
Sorry to all that love you, but Romeo must die
Twisted Insane gon' be hangin' from a light pole
Goin' at it to the stories of Michael Johnson
I'm stompin' on him like a monster in the dark when I'm on him
I'm about to reign supreme, I dominate lyrically
I'm gonna summon the darkest of demons, I'm spittin' it prominent
Talkin' about my little diss track? "Little"? Pssh, how?
Floatin' amongst y'all in the darkest of clouds
Twenty-three years dedicated to my art
And I'm vowed to let ain't a motherfucker run their mouth without it
Best disses you ever heard, you can't count me out of it
I'm from Texas, the rapper state, we knock you down up out it
See, what the South's amounting to - a mountain you can't move
While K-Rino carries ten times his weight like an ant do
I'm a rare breed of iller than the [?]
[?]
[?], motherfucker better throw in the towel
The lyrical Dolph Lundgren, he knocks you around this whole ring
It's not a thing to come and slaughter your ass
So what you gonna do? Pssh, god, should I even ask?
I already know he ain't gon' do shit but sit on his ass
He ain't gettin' on no mic, fans, don't even ask
He's true trash, and me I'm the Tru Lyricist, bitch
You call me trash, but I prove that you're trash in this bitch
Out-rappin' you ain't shit, you're just below my caliber
'Nother day, 'nother dead emcee, 'nother X on the calendar
Ridin' through while I'm markin' away the days to your death
Stay and be left with the predator in the path of your steps
Laughin', I bet you won't be laughin' when I'm tellin' the rest
Of all your relatives how I put you to death
Motherfucker, that's tru shit