For Real Remix

[Intro]
Yo, first off - let me holler out to Rittz
Man, you one of the dopest spitters I ever heard, you know what I'm saying?
But now it's time for DNA to grab this motherfucker
And show you I ain't playing either

[Hook]
Jump, jump, jump
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting (stomped, stomped, stomped, stomped)
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting stomped

[Verse 1]
Where should I begin? These motherfuckers don't really want it with DNA when I'm bringing the lyricism to the their dome
And I be wondering if they really be thinking they can fuck with me because they didn't think I don't know that they really won't
And you don't want to get to fucking with the lyrical spiritual individual, cutting you into intervals
Taking it to the pinnacle, watching you try to reach my level's pretty pitiful - sit a fool down 'fore I get rid of a fool now
And I ain't gotta be spitting in front of a cool crowd
It could be a cruel crowd, but by the time that I'm done - it'll be a full crowd
Everytime I pull the lyrical tool out and cock back with the chika-plow
Hit em in the face to be giving em all a taste of my semi-automatic, tell em 'ain't nobody bringing it better than mine'
Bloody up the place when I'm chopping em at the waist and I turning em all into meat when I'm breaking their neck and ripping their spine
You're thinking of bringing it better than DNA when I'm running up into the game and I'm ready to chop em all when I bust with my nine
I tell em 'better back it up', I grab their ass and hack it up, attacking up on the wall like Jeepers Creepers, I'm
In another dimension so don't be mentioning my name along with other rappers that you are claiming that's the greatest
And if I don't flay you, you gon' know that I don't like you when I put it in a video, and you can call that 'hating'
But making no mistake and you awaken the lyrical Satan raping the hell out of ya and leaving you butt-naked
Duct-tape em up in the back of a truck, or raping his wife in the butt, making her nut, they claiming I'm nuts
Because I'm never showing shame when I bust, I'm aiming to crush his weak-ass, wack-ass rap patience
So if you want to bring it, bring a number if you're gonna bring it
Bitch, you better be ready to take it, bitch, I'm gonna be killing it from the-

[Hook]
Jump, jump, jump
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting (stomped, stomped, stomped, stomped)
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting stomped

[Verse 2]
Shit, what up Rittz? Let me holler at Rittz
And let him know he's spitting sick shit like a hollow tip
But people be claiming you are not what it is
I tell em "swallow it, bitch, cause Rittz - Blow, we demolishing shit
So quit thinking that you're rawer than a bitch
That you flow better than Rittz, you know better than this
You so need to quit 'fore my flows sever your lips
I got haters hating on me but they know what it is
And I love Strange Music, and if it came to it-
I'd be signing my autograph on the line, ready to go ruthless
To prove this artist right here is the truest
Spitting lyricistical voodoo through his two lips
Move, bitch, get out of my way, I'm on the way to the booth, bitch - should tie a noose around the motherfucking mic
I be taking and shaking and breaking em, making em flee when I'm running and gunning [?] all motherfucking night, that's right
I K-I-L-L, just like Rittz said when he got up on this beat spitting venom
I-L-L, then send em to a mental institution hospital
I, still, will, run up in the place with a rusty scuffle to split em
Go, to, Hell, I ain't finished flowing, bitch, chill
I'm a chopper that will molotov you right before I off you, ain't no offer just to call it off, I'm bout to Holocaust
I fucked the doctor with a scalpel sharp enough to kill the monster, an imposter, I'ma wrap around you like an anaconda
Gonna stick you like a plunger, leave you frozen like a tundra
I come from the underground cause I'm the underground wonder
I'm the hitter, just spitting these sick serial killer synonyms
Chopping em into milligrams, there's many men, I kill em from the jump

[Hook]
Jump, jump, jump
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting (stomped, stomped, stomped, stomped)
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting stomped

[Verse 3]
I'm the monster in your house, the one that's coming out your closet, ah shit - you'll get your jaw ripped
I hear some guys bitch, now oh my god, it isn't who I really think it is, now is it?
The one that spits explicit in a couple of minutes
Imma kick in your front door to pay you a visit
Like Rittz [?]
So there ain't no telling what the fuck I'ma do though
Chew through em, then I'm gonna do it, don't give a fuck
Who knew? Cause I'm bout the voodoo
I'm in the mood to hop on the mic and record these tunes to em
That'd doom them, I'm in the [?]
Cause the way the [?] inside the trunk with the bass bump-bump-boom-boom'ing
Pussy rapper, I can see your pedals bloom, blooming
Imma cock back, click-clack then I puff - officialy I'm a chop chopper screw screw 'em
You cannot fuck with the DNA t- Rittz a lyrical murderer that's gon' murder you and hurl [?]
You never gave a fuck if it's a uterus, you bitch
It's a lyrical massacre, lyrical massacre
Microphone addict, fanatic coming out of the attic with the semi-automatic, watch me brrat it, the Berettas about to do some [?]
Bitch, shitted, I'ma get into it in a minute
Eat em like spinach, leave em diminished when I finish
I'm a microphone sinister, enter the perimeter
Better rememeber that I ain't taking no surrender, tha'
Chopping like a blender does, never been a friend of you
Lending your fake handouts, ain't no pretender, tha'
Colder than the winter, then assault you with the purpose to get it
Ending ya, I'ma lyrically attend to ya
So if you think you ready, bruh, then come and watch me - imma kill em from the jump

[Hook]
Jump, jump, jump
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting (stomped, stomped, stomped, stomped)
People think they ready for the DNA but I don't think they (want, want, want, want)
When I bring it to the table, bout to put em all up in the (trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk)
They better back it up when I be dumping these lyrics just like a pump
Hit em in the chest and I promise you that they shrunk
Down to a minuscule and on my shoe getting stomped