DNA. (Remix)

I got, I got, I got, I got anger, hate and jealousy inside my DNA
I got envy and bad energy inside my DNA
I got snakes and satan entities inside my DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jacksons blood inside my DNA
I got Captain Crunch and Magic Dust inside my DNA
I dont do massive drugs, dont gas me up
Look, I got, I got, I got, I got
Murder all on my conscience
I might take me a hostage
I fell asleep in Worcester , I just woke up in Compton
Shout out to LA, where your songs play n*ggas gon put on my sh*t
Half of you n*ggas fake, heart full of clay
Whats your last name? Thompson?
Even if you join a gang, that dont really change up the fact you the softest
Dont let the colors get to your head
Who the f*ck you think you are, Rodman?
Who the f*ck you think you are, Ron ONeal?
Imma murder everything, I dont chill
If you lucky, then I might let you eat the scraps off whatevers left Ill kill
N *gga, pull it and *bap bap*
Blow your brains all on your crop top
Sick of n*ggas thinking they hot shots
Full of jokes, n*ggas get knock knocked
This is the chop shop
I know where they cooking the Crock-Pot
Semi-auto making them Hopscotch
All my life Ive been **** blocked
Im tired of being stuck in a blood clot
Talking that blah blah
Im runnin, jumpin, duckin them cops
Hop in the puddle while you jumping onFOX trucks
You can run all you want, we just gon see how far you can get
If fans want me do features with their favorite rappers thatd be the best
Look, all them n*ggas know exactly who I am, but they dont give me no respect
Cause the problem is they dont f*ck with me, everybody see me as a threat
Yeah yeah, I know this sounds like some fresh air
If you dont hear me right use your left ear
I want to say that Im the next up
I want it last year, they said next year
I want it this year, they say not yet
But Ima take it from whoever got next
Twin deuce-deuces, Im Clyde Drexler
What is competition, who gon die next?
Get dissected in the lab with pliers, pencils, and a razor with my initials
Get stabbed by the guy who sent you
Ima sign, send you the pollution, environmental
Im a giant pistol, youre a kung fu guy
Its simple, you gon lead by my example
Im a flying missile that connected and fried your mental
DNA on the side your temple, n*gga
*Cough, cough, cough*
Oh, sh*t
Someone call 911, n *ggas gon die when Im finished
Ill probably get locked up for life, what the f*ck you thinkin?
My whole life I been too f*ckin patient
Give me respect before I f*ckin take it
I know you see me dont duck your faces
You see me mentioned on publications
Then you get sour and suck your face in
Pay for my d*ck since you love to taste it
Better swallow the sh*t, dont you f*ckin waste it
Ima flood the nation, this is suffocation, this is deprivation
This is Satans kitchen, thats your destination
I got heaven waitin angels flyin, prayin
Jesus entertainin, Marvin Gaye singin
Martin Luther dreamin, Pac and Biggie schemin
Bob Marley smokin, Paul McCartney floatin
Prodigy mobbin, Pun say I'm joking
JFK riddin round locked and loaded n*gga
Shout out to Joe Budden
These n*ggas really dont know nothin
I swear they gang full of ho muffins
I should just roll up and (blaow) *gunshot*
No one seen, nobody know nothin
This sh*t is so touchin
Shout out to Kevin Durant
This that underdog court that they throw us in
I blow your shoulders in
This that crack, this that sh* t that them hoes got they nose up in
Cinematic, movie sh*t I usually watch a little static
I crack you till youre leaking and begin to panic
A DNA ya bleeding and get liver damaged and get jimmy jammers
And I never had too many manners
And you know my momma always told me I was heavy handed
F*ck it though cause I was fully loaded
Now the semi jammin, Im already blammin
Got the hammer and the minivan
And Im a busy man but I got liquor
And she bad and boujee
All of yall snitches is Ratatouille
Cant beat me up so they gotta shoot me
They dont like me now they gotta sue me
Killin yall softly, I got the Fuji
Don't touch me, all of yall got the cooties
Thats your ***** who sent me all the nudies
Get my d*ck sucked playin Call of Duty
N*gga f*ckin shoot me
N*gga damn it they ought to know
Em shoulda signed me a while ago
Cole shoulda signed me a while ago
Dre shoulda gave me a beat or two
Diddy shoulda had me writin for him in the crib for a week or two
I dont smoke weed but I needed to
This is a meter room
You gon need a bag and a feeding tube
Im mad and I mean it too
It wont be the last Ill see you soon
Kiss my ass and I mean it too
A lotta drama
***** Im Freddy Krueger mixed with Jeffrey Dahmer
I know youre probably mad cause you look very sour
Id probably be in hell if I was any hotter
Id probably be Usher if I aint wear a condom
Ive never been a fan of Gucci, Fendi, Prada
But my auntie got it and she never leave the crib without it
Some people say Im crazy, thats the the thing about it
Whatchu think about it? Think about it, n*gga
(Gimme some ganja)