Kill the Reaper

[Intro]
Tryna release somethin' to just make everybody go "Fuck!"
This shit is too fuckin' hard, no- nobody can bring it like this on Halloween
I know Twisted Insane's album is comin' out on the 13th
The uh Reaper, you know what I'm sayin'?
So I- I'm tryna- dude, mine's comin' out on Halloween
So we're 'bout to see, we're 'bout to see who goes harder
Like, no cap, we're- we're really 'bout to see what's up right here
We're 'bout to see who really has the- we 'bout to see who really got the best spittin', bruh
Like, straight-up rappin'
Ice skate to the facе, H2O shit, bruh
Come on, bruh
Yeah, Tru shit, bitch, huh

[Verse]
Kill the rеaper
Drag his body to his old high school and hide his body up under the bleachers
I'm a sick speaker
Fuck a Sick James, I'ma aim it at his dome and leave his brains on the speaker
You don't give a fuck, and I don't give a fuck neither
But nobody fuckin' with the Tru Lyricist when I eat the mic up
So put your mics up
Fuckin' with the D and I'ma leave my pipe stuck in your girl, believe the hype
Unlike you, I never look down on myself or look in the mirror and believe what haters gotta say
'Cause DNA done got an A in this rap shit, an A+
You? Gonna fail up in my class, gettin' ate up
Straight up, you don't wanna fuck with the gator
Saltwater croc, have his body laid up
On the muddy bank, what he think was gon' happen?
When I'm clappin' a motherfucker with his basic rappin'
Fuckin' around with the rap renegade, sick tactics
This motherfucker better recognize that DNA will twist you up
'Specially on Halloween night
With big black bat wings, 'bout to take flight
Like Denzel, shit ain't gonna end well
When I'm rippin' out your entrails like a bloody plane crash
"Just 'cause you rap fast don't mean that you're tight"
But I spit lyricist shit on your ass all night
That's Tru shit
Motherfucker, you don't wanna do this, Brainsick
Hittin' em with the lyrical Kung Fu shit
I don't need a cannon to kill a mosquito, who this?
Brainsick fan commentin' confused with
Philosophy I gotta be droppin' like Confucius
I'm flowin' on a higher level than nice, I'm comin' through with
With the undoubtable unfathomable battle flow, I prove this
For 2+ decades, DNA's ruthless
At the peak when I speak and chuck the deuces
[?] killer flow, who knew this
Underground lyricist'll murder the reaper
On Friday the 13th, but Halloween's deeper
So don't listen to the album unless you want me to eat your whole fuckin' face off
That's Tru shit, nothing that they can do that I can't do, bitch
Nothing I ain't spoken that I ain't prove, bitch
For twenty-three years in the game, reign true to this shit
Motherfucker wanna fuck with me?
Got your own fans sayin' "Good luck, 'cause he a fuckin' beast unleashed off the leash"
When he killin' 'em off like a mad dog Jet Li with it
Somebody thinkin' they're bringin' it better than DNA, better be leave it alone
Layin' bones all over song, takin' off like a drone lookin' over the killzone
You're the king of your own hill but I'm leavin' your hill blown
Takin' shots at your feet, leave you doin' the heel toe
I'ma [?]
'Cause the truth is you ain't really ready to kill, ho
For real though, you comin' just a little bit weaker
But people still callin' you the G.O.A.T., ho
Eat a whole microphone, deepthroat and swallow the whole liter
I'ma rip it out of your chest like an alien predator
That's DNA, bitch
I'm well-rested
Question me and you die, is there any questions?
Murder your whole clan, this shit planned, destined
I aim this lyricism at you, then blast
Better back off 'fore I get up out of bed with the bad talk
Stretch my arms, makin' my back pop
Make my bed and knock off a hundred more pushups
You say you're the reaper, better keep up, better look out 'cause I'm comin'
Come on, drummin', prrum-pa-pa-pum'in'
You claim you're the last demon, but the devil's been summoned
And when I'm runnin' this rap shit, get stashed up in the dungeon
And I kill you and every one of your fans, fuck who's comin'
I'm stuntin' all the Tru shit at its finest
Mind wicked, sickedest spits are leavin' your mind ripped
Say you wanna be great, well here's a ladder to climb it
Nevermind, it's too high, you can't survive in my climate
It's Hell unleashed, knockin' the back up out of you
Rap proud, no doubt, not gonna back up out of it
Ding goes the bell, ready to get it, every bout of it
I'ma stay on your ass, rippin' your intestines up out of it
Like Z-Ro said, I'm vicious like a Pit with his mouth foamin'
You can see me in the comments, but it's time to bow down, homie
Highest level of rap, motherfucker, what? You doubt, homie?
October 30th is when it comes out, homie, be there

[Outro]
Bitch, be there
Bitch, be where?
This Halloween night
Yeah, Halloween night
Droppin' October 30th this Halloween night
Unheard DNA album, Tru Lyricist, this gonna be tight
Motherfuckers really get mad when I diss 'em in a track, now they wantin' to fight
See me on the track, lullaby, goodnight
Cut the lights, creepin' in the room with a big-ass Michael Myers knife
I don't be givin' a damn
Up in the game when I'm wreckin' 'em all if somebody thinkin' they're bringin' it better than
DNA Tru Lyricist, bitch
Kill the Reaper
This Halloween night shit
And I'm on the night shift
The weapon of choice is an ice pick, that's what I pick