THRU THE HELIX (DNA Tru Lyricist Diss) lyrics

[Intro]
Motherf*ckers
Not every- everyb- not everybody- okay, listen
Not everybody should just make music
Not everybody should post their music
Not everybody should try to make music, you know?
Because, some people - they can rap
But they can't figure out how to mix their own sh*t, or how to make their own beats, and that's nothing wrong with that
But you steal beats, like a f*cking idiot, like a dumbass
You don't give anybody credit
What the f*ck are you providing for anybody in the underground, right?
You're just a little f*cking nuisancе taking everybody's sh*t
Nah, bruh

[Verse]
Imagine your daughtеrs turn on a DNA song
And hear you rappin' about rapin' on your baby mom
Experimental Sex, you just have rape fantasies
But lord forbid somebody ask about it, it's a shame to see
Somebody that I idolized since maybe about UC3
Can't make a decent song, and every song he makes got stolen beats
Purchase your tracks today, b*tch, our sh*t is not free
You been jackin' sh*t since '15, 'member Nightbreed?
Da Menace got snubbed all because of DNA
All because K-Fix's di*k was the one you glazed
You a fan of everybody, for yourself, b*tch, you the biggest
Narcissistic triflin' b*tch, never listened to your critics
Put him inside a box and send him through the river floatin' with it
Lookin' at you, motherf*cker, best believe you best go with it
If you really want to get it, I can give you plenty minutes
Takin' the gun from my hip on my side, and like a mouse - I double click it
Tired of your sh*tty ass music and your antics
Maybe you'll actually try to write a verse that I can stand
If you try, you die, these bullets fly just like Afghanistan, b*tch
Lightspeed Chopper 3 your last good song, I do not understand it
b*tch, you rappin' for how many years? Have you even touched FL?
All your sh*t sounds amateur as f*ck, I mean, it's trash as hell
You might as well record your sh*t from cellular mics you'll find in jail
Pumpin' out some sh*tty mixtapes no one buys, they never sell
You broke as f*ck, employer of the month at Dollar General
That's why you never buy the beats you use, that sh*t straight criminal
So bring your heat, write a verse
I'm draggin' your lifeless corpse all through the dirt
Like Kyrie Irving, before I'ma shoot
I'ma switch through my hands, when I come in and swerve
DNA is made up: A, G, T, C
Which pairs respectively like A & T, and G & C
But maybe you should pair like David G makes his own beats
Since he can't afford sh*t, like, where the f*ck is your lease?
At least give credit, well, did he? 'Course he didn't
Thievin' little Eminem wanna-be, no sh*t
Maybe if I p*ss you off enough you'll stop bein' a whole b*tch
Man up and hold your nuts, and serve my ass a lil sh*tty diss
'Cause Rebel already put your name on his hit list
And marked it out with red pen, so what am I endin'?
A career of a dirty desperate Fortnite YouTuber
A failed rapper who did not make it throughout all his maneuvers
Chopper song, posse track, stealing features, being wack
Throughout your whole career, your goal was to become black
[Outro: 919SLUM & Samples of DNA Tru Lyricist]
Y'all, listen to this sh*t
DNA, what you say?
Roll the tape
Listen, 'cause this sh*t is great
(n*gga, n*gga, n*gga)
Aye, he said it, yeah
What the f*ck did you think he would say? Of course he did
f*ckin' loser, like, listen- like, this is what he does every day
While playin' Fortnite, when he gets mad - that's what he says, aye
(And then his- his @, his YouTube name is "Sprite's a n*gga")
Not to mention he just doesn't care, guys
He does not care about SPS, guys, he just doesn't give a f*ck
(You're weird as f*ck!) He doesn't care
Then he makes three songs about being a fast rapper, and then complains on the third one about people calling him a fast rapper and measuring how fast of a rapper he is
Do you- do you even think? You dumb f*ckin' white trash hillbilly cousin-f*cker from Texas, like
Get back on the cocaine, maybe you'll think better, you f*ckin' idiot
f*ck you, f*ck you for jackin' beats, you lil' piece of sh*t
Send back, pus*y