D.I.L.U. - Who k**ed It? (The Sketch Bonus Track) lyrics

[Verse 1: LuisDJM] The scenario is I'm twisted like a DNA strand An acid without D. Nucleic whenever I rap; My PH is at 0, (Chance), You got neutral lines See the only time you burn is when I set you on fire I leave pussies on padded rooms when I bloody their rapping booths Straight jacket on my writing tools Just to stop myself from slaughtering these motherf**ing fools If I drop your bars out, better take them back to school b**h, I ain't playing nice, motherf**er I'm k**ing! Put a Christmas tree on your mic and you still can't rap Act Gifted like Wale and you're still gonna come off whack f** a May homie, you're gonna ask for you're money back! I'm a zombie eating rappers, you're a tranny biting styles Like a 1-D fan girl on Bath Salts going psycho My arms are on fire shooting pyro Am gone; my caliber is equivalent to rifles [Verse 2: Major Dre] Leader of the New School I don't attend cla** Already got a bachelors in smacking that a** My credentials goes past that of a post grad But I can still school you n***as on how to write ya raps My flow is like clippers it goes over ya head I leave these rappers twisted like im styling some dreads Im doper then that white sh** that comes from the feds Have you think you seeing sh** right under ya bead Words are kinda wicked A morlock to these witches Stomping genies for wishes Scaring Harry Potter sh**less Snakes slithering can't escape from the Griffins My name not Chris but I'm sort of a Magician Cereal k**er ya charms not lucky You honey nut rappers starting to bug me Dont fall for tricks not that type of bunny I like my women cocoa a** kinda puffy If the president making c's I'm jumping the boat Won't trust a bush with my seeds k**ing trees hope Uncle Sam wants me as a sacrifice for war But I don't plan on dying for a cause that I don't know (f** im complaining for I don't even vote) [Verse 3: DILU] A modern day version of samurais at their greatest My pen is mightier than the sword with a double edged playlist Learning the ways of Pica**o with Sun Tzu as my teacher And lyrics hotter than a sweat lodge packed with sinning preachers No way to referee this performer with constant pedigree Thats bringing down the walls of Jericho for the ones prepared to beef Undercooked appetizers the only thing in my retina With eyes in the back of my cranium thats xraying the threat in the Area these brain damaged witnesses in hysteria The angry wrath of a demigod thats breaking the Mantra Barrier Right hand to the sky im labeled a vessel to the tyranny As empty as the eyes of a crazy man when it comes to fear in me f** a cheat code raps is naturally infinite Clear the whole room with this poison when I vent to this Control is certain moving up in the ranks is definite You know the name you know the team b**h respect the Testament