Don’t Count Me Out

[Intro]
Yeah
That's right, tell 'em Triple C
Hahahahahaha

[Hook 1]
Don't count me out
Don't count me out
Don't count me out
Don't count me out, don't count me out

[Verse 1]
I just got chills
Shit just got real
You wanna know I feel?
I feel like burning out on your face with monster truck wheels
For real, I'm your fav spitter
Call me the motherfuckin' gravedigger
Yeah, DNA still that same spitter
That'll put your ass in a grave, ni-
Oh, I don't say that word
And no, I don't smoke that herb
So fuck what you heard
I got all these copycats feeling perturbed
And I ain't no blood or no crip
But I do rap sick
Not like these pixy stick-ass rappers
I'm talkin' 'bout that gangster shit, yeah
There's a gangster within me
And I'm killing any beat that you sеnd me
With [?], your dad dressed as Santa with his nеck throat stuck half-way up in your chimney
Shiver me fall 'til they all fall down
Castrating rappers, better go balls out
Better go balls to the wall, motherfucker, better get it
Either sit it the fuck down or stand up and spit it, bitches
And thank you, MicSteam
For another tru fam beat
And I know a lot of people don't like me
Yeah, I know that they really can't stand me
So I stomp on all of 'em like a stampede
And yeah, your favorite rapper might have one or two attributes
But when it comes to the whole package
They really ain't shit, they just ass and poop
So watch me swoop with the focus
Make him sweat blood and throw up live locusts
I know it's hard for you to focus 'cause I pack a rhyme that distracts your mind like a topless hula hostess
Oh shit, I think it's time to abort
I'm coming at you like Fort
Hit a edit, now I see you, 'bout to right-hand peak you
One pump you to the dome, control-alt and then delete your game, dork
Like, what you tryna aim for? Came for?
What you got me burning up your brain for?
What you got my stainless making stains for?
Ah-ah-ah, what you feeling major pain for?
And this ain't no motherfucking comedy
Better honor thee, golden glow with the horror
I make a mortuary of these new age ass rappers, DNA started rapping on casette recorders
So ask yourself, who you really think a threat to me?
Not a soul, but there's masters that I honor
Like K-Rino, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Tech N9ne
Twista, Eminem, and Rittz, are some to ponder
Yeah, and that's just a small handful
Paved the path for me and laid the example
Of how to drop lyrical anvils and handle myself on the M-I-C
See, I'm a tarantu-lada-dadada
I'm creeping up beside you, I'm playing around you motherfuckers
Just stick to your new age rap while I rap harder than crack
And stay underground on you motherfuckers

[Hook 2]
Tru shit, baby
Don't count me out
Welcome to the Laser Focus
Don't count me out
It's like you all know it's
Don't count me out
Making your mind blow
Don't count me out

[Verse 2]
If you count me out, I count myself back in
No help, hellbent on David Gregory Phelps in
With a felt tip pen, [?]
'Til your iris is melting from a fireous hell wind, farewell
Will you let me know how it smells down in Hell
While you sit on that chair of nails on a killer clown carousel?
You counted me out, I'ma [?]
That'll have me do away with you like Texas did with abortions
And that's just an example of a flow that I don't agree with
It's like they wanna take every woman's right and seize it
To remain in full power, y'all are blind to the truth
Just like you're blind every time that I get in the booth
It's time for the tru, I wrote a lot to settle the score
I'm like Dahmer, but I got Robocops outta my drawer
Just listen to the album and the work I put in it
And see all these rappers asses, they got my foot in it
I know one thing, my boot never looks for a new tenant
The new sentence lieutenant, they bending rhymes every two minutes
The verses coming down, making the earth split
They're rising like the War of the Worlds, reaching the surface
You're like a circus of chickens with their head cut off
Lasers beaming, zapping you, making your leg come off
So run off at the mouth with your verbal diarrhea
While I spit [?]
See, DNA learned from the best
That's why I be an acquired seeker of an entire legion of higher speaker mind readers
So are you still counting me out?
After seeing my skill level, can you count the amount?
Of merits in my rarest form, they're still at my rarest
I think I deserve a day off, call me DNA Tru [?]
With the radio, snoring, you're too careless
And gullible to multiple deceptive moves, time to perish to your opponent
The rap game, I own it
And you count me out 'cause you don't want me in it, nah, you don't want it
That's straight facts, so decay and lay back
While I clean this crime scene with Bleach and Ajax, hey Jax

[Hook 3]
Don't count me out
Don't count me out
Don't count me out
Don't count me out, ha

[Outro]
Man, I was sittin' here, like, putting something on the TV, I was like "Man, let me put on this Jeffrey Dahmer movie from twenty 02, 2002
I'm heating up my microwave shit, and I paused it
And I came across this Bizzy Bone Tech N9ne and Twista verse, I shared it in the group
I just shared it to you too, and I was like "Goddamn, this shit goes hard"
I looked up and seen this shirtless fake-ass Jeffrey Dahmer on my screen and thought "Man, what the fuck?
Man, I'm not fixing to watch this shit, bro
I'm not fixing to watch Jeffrey Dahmer fuck all these dudes up right now, man
Nah, man, nah, I changed my mind, bruh
I don't wanna deal with no skull-drilling holes, fuckin'... body parts and heads in the goddamn work locker
Nah, not tonight
Nah, put something else on, I'm not gonna let- watch Jeffrey Dahmer butt-fuck nobody tonight"