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halloween night shit - dna tru lyricist lyrics

[intro: sample & dna tru lyricist]
i finally get how johnny mnemonic felt, man
i want room service, i want the club sandwich
i want the cold mexican beer and a $10,000 a*night hooker
i want my shirts laundered like they do at the imperial hotel in tokyo
f*ck this guy
hahahahaha
ahaha, yo shoutout to robert miller, though
(tru fam in the house, baby)
(tru fam united)
how ’bout some more halloween night sh*t? (alright then)

[verse]
i give the knife a grip to slice your wrist
the vice grips grip your eyelids quick
alive and l!ckin’ that p*ssy well
i’m playin’ hooky from work to f*ck your fairy tale
you want some more halloween night sh*t? very well
i’m here, b*tch, and i’m spittin’ a few verses
i came here from h*ll to deliver a few curses
so, what’s up? tell me who the f*ck’s spittin’
all i see is little kids ridin’ my d*ck
and it’s gettin’ old, tell me, why don’t you rap from your soul?
‘fore i cell block 99 stomp your head in a hole
like it’s on, and you ain’t never lookin’ at vince vaughn the same again
like “oh man, it’s the old man, it’s damian”
hangin’ him outside of a two*story building
and they still ain’t believin’ that there ain’t evil in children
point and fact, refer back to case 39
never heard of mine? well, i’m here to straight murder minds
before 9, they’re all k!lled off by 8:39
halloween night, i’m doin’ surgery on your spine in a dark alley
yeah, i’m a dark alley cat
that’s another victim lost to my spittin’, go tally that
how was that? dna’s so solo like cast away
sat away in a cave and wrote at least ten raps a day
“but dna’s where the hook?” i already told you where it’s put
it’s in my candyman collector’s case, come take a look
i’m too clever, i’m too f*ckin’ sl!ck
and you? you’re too f*ckin’ wack, i’m talkin’ to you, f*ckin’ b*tch
now how the h*ll do i make cursin’ sound so f*ckin’ good?
at least i didn’t get too s*xually explicit, knock on wood
on this wood, on this big f*ckin’ d*ck
haha, yeah, sometimes i laugh at my own sh*t
but that’s serious, yeah, that’s serious as f*ck
still cursin’ my ass off and i still ain’t f*cked up
you see, i just know what line sounds good next
and i write it down right just like some good s*x
just like* just like i might put my hand on your neck
and let my other hand go down and feel you all wet
all set, takin’ off like a jet
i’m a trendsetter, motherf*ckers ain’t seen this style yet
’cause i mixed ’em all together, the dna of ’em all
somebody thinkin’ they’re bringin’ it better than mine when i’m up in the game and i’m comin’ to murder ’em all
god d*mn
i do whatever i can
because i can, and i’m the man
with this big*ass knife in my hand
so, tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?
‘fore i come out the curtains and make you ooey*gooey
when i stab*stab you and your dad*dad
and your mama*mama, “mom, mom”
stewie griffin, shut the f*ck up, i’m still spittin’
it’s the tru ripsta, kiss the tip of this d*ck of the ripster, get the point?
b*tch, and its appointment to put it all on your skin again
it rubs the lotion on the skin again or else it gets the hoes again
i won’t dose in overloads, and man, i told to them
they end up in the ocean wearin’ concrete shoes
they f*cked with the tru long*d*cked fool
man, this song’s sick, this song’s long, this song’s f*ckin’ full

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