[Intro: Bane, DNA Tru Lyricist]

Oh, you think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but BLINDING!

What up motherfuckers! It's your motherfucking boy, DNA! Along with the homie, it's K-Fix, and that man, SplytSecond! All you motherfucking rappers out there, thinking you going hard and shit, you don't even know the definition of rap, but that's aight cause we here to learn you something! You gon learn today motherfuckers, you gon learn today!

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]

It's Halloween 2014

Everything that cross our path is a poor thing

I murder everything every time I'm recording

Where you going? You ain't making it out, Dorothy

Fuck the Wicked Witch from the West, it's the Wicked Beast from the East

And I'm sinking my teeth in deep when I'm devooring

I mean devouring, in the night I am prowling

The darkness be surrounding you even in the morning

Cause I'm a motherfucking errrRAH!

Beast eliminator call me Turok

Bow and arrow coming at you sure shot

Swinging the corn shucker leaving you cropped

When you dealing with me you'll be in the worst spot

Thinking you can beat me you gon' learn now

Smashing your face deep into the curb top

Flawless victory, fatality, I'm perfect

You're not

Ready for the DNA, I burn spots

Up when the lyrics be spraying, sure enough

Someone tryna test it with absurd stuff

Sir, what

In the hell are you thinking you doing? Doing nothing but standing there ready to get a chewing

The machete be splitting through em

I'm a motherfucking horror fanatic and no ignoring the static

When I be coming with the BRRRRAH!

You thinkin' you bringin' it better, I'm leavin' you severed and cutting your neckline

Thinkin' there ain't any matchable talent, nobody comparing to Tech N9ne

It's funny you caught up and not even knowing that DNA bringing the best line

You better be openin' your eyes to the lyrical massacre I'm gonna wreck mine

Toppin' em all when I'm bringin' the natural lyricism, yes I'm

Bringin' it better than Playboy the Beast and you can bet I'm

On another level than Twisted Insane and Crucified and

Anyone thinking to test mine, bitch you're gonna respect mine!

[Verse 2: K-Fix]

Once upon a time, I was on a grind

Nothing but stacking these fucking papers on my mind

Finna get back to the basics, I’m taking the microphone

I’m leaving em wasted, erased I’m like the gun on my waist, I’m banging everytime

Better switch up to the NASA with my prime

I’ma replenish to the pistol I’m packing and naming officially inaccurate

Pin and get it cracking and the missile I’m pistol packing

They have ’em in rivers and represent in the city bitches having it

Sill up on my life upon a line for the rhyme

Never stop underground, I’ma put it down ‘tiI I shine

And on the Metropolis, choppin’ ’em with the lies of the time

Hope it was gonna die, competition time to resign

Gimme the mic and I’m comin' and choppin' em up and I’m givin' a fuck and I’m really weeded

Never fucked a bitch, I been in the game, I’m talking plenty minutes

Seen a simper, rippin' a handbag and I'm grippin' the semi

Get in my parable, right side cock ’til my grid is filthy

Straight out of Memphis, I'm really wicked and carving livers

Really been givin’ em business for competition, just come and listen

My compositions have finally got me in a top position

Runnin’ and wreckin’ the mic along with all the meaning, I’m the sickest

It’s time for me fill em with venom, behead em up and I’ll chop to bits

You better believe that I'm bein' on my level and never be ready for dropping this

You cut em with venom in head, I'ma tell em better be, get em all hustled I might have been leakin' and fuckin' around, I’ma take it to head with the medal, now pop the Smith

Competition, critics, your chest went in with its miniscule

Fuckin’ around and then possibly get it poppin’ like gun or two

It’s right and chopper ready, you’re not gonna tell the blues

Get it ready dude, with the killa shit, might have been a fool

I take a hit or two, understand that for tryin’

Well my nigga DNA, we and I, shitting, we split the flame

Spit the fire, nigga, I'ma rock it and keep it G with the choppin’ imposter

Get in for profit, and representing the game

[Verse 3: SplytSecond]

Hello, this double S

Droppin' the bars on the women so that my focus is supple chest

This depiction fits the fiction so I reckon you’re a bit sadistic and hoping to suffer (yes)

Most ya flow emotional like do-si-do

I’m intricate, witted, I sip on the potion of the finesse

Lyrical ability, got em feelin' the energy

So I solemnly swore to give em dopeness and nothing less

And that’s exactly what I'ma give the fans

Recorded a clip of me rippin' the mic and I figure they put it on Instagram

A gram of the dopeness granted has focused the span of mitosis and plant the explosive

Can you handle the dosage, second is dumpin' up all of the clips again

And if you goin' against the fam, regret it the minute it hits the fan

Everybody be rappin' the same with the chickitty boom or the clicka bam

Second I’m reckonin' is the man, that gotta perform with a system and

Equipped with a prison of syllablism I split em all with a ballista (damn)

I’m a super computer

But processing all of the reasons you suck is too much

When I tally the damages I do to the medulla

[Oblong gotta?], they probably forgot em, tell me "who was the ruler?"

Making everybody loco, hurl they mentor

Smackin' BET rappers for every curse they censor

Force of a 9mm, speed of a Mac 11

I’m bringing about the demise of the World Trade Center

I told you it'll be a 9/11 when I'm on the track

Considering aggravated murder

Even when I’m holding back but lyrically decimating

Inhabitants of the planet, I have no control of that

I’m grabbin' ahold of ya spine and I snap it in half and I’m breaking the vertebrae

Put em in academy that'll be lackin' in gravity, laugh as it burn away

Lyrical monarchy when I get on the track and I triple and double the murder rate

Like the lessons are from Kevin Hart, you’re definitely gonna learn today

[Outro: DNA Tru Lyricist]

You gon learn today motherfuckers, you gon learn today!

Pick the worldplay, bitches, pick the intricate patterns

We ain't on that 666 shit just because we're faster, think we're better, shit we behead em, bitch! That's the way it's gonna stay, motherfuckers