Do Not Attempt (DNA)

Verse

Yo, Dna clan—nah, that's a bad diagnosis, (uh-huh)

You lab-coated losers with zero patience, just static on the basis, (yeah)

Call yourselves "genetic" but your gameplay's a misprint,

Cells split like your backbone—no spine, quick to diss, then you sprint. (ha)

I watch you feed like charity, tossing mass like you care, (what?)

Virus magnet, green spikes kiss you—pop, puff, disappear. (pop)

You spawn, you brag, you lag—then blame the ping on the sky,

But we all see the truth: you micro, we mac-ify. (boop)

Clan tag flex? More like a scarlet "L" on your chest, (L)

You chase clout, eat ejected trash, still can't pass the test. (clap)

I’ll publish your sequence—frameshift, nonsense, broken code,

Dominant gene? Nah, you're recessive trash in a protozoa road. (crawl)

Chorus

Dna? More like "Do Not Attempt"—nah, get checked, (get checked)

You split and you die, you feed and you fret, (you feed)

Tiny cells, tiny threats, tiny flex—regret, (regret)

We eat you on sight, leave your clan with no rep. (no rep, no rep)

Dna? Do Not Attempt—walk off the map, (walk off)

We dominate the board while you panic and snap. (snap, snap)

Verse

You call that coordination? Nah, it's a toddler's relay, (uh)

I clap at your plays—slow-mo, predictable ballet. (clap-clap)

Your strat is "rush and pray," then watch the scoreboard laugh, (laugh)

I’m corporate-level predator, you’re bait in a ghetto bath. (splash)

Every split is a suicide note—Scribbled, half-formed, stupid, (ugh)

You gift-wrap mass to me like "please consume"—you're fruited. (eat)

Dna? DNA? More like "Don't Need Anybody"—false claim,

'Cause when the real heat drops, y'all fold, run, hide, change name. (change)

I got punchlines like pellets—tiny bullets, big sting,

You got zero clutch, zero guts, zero wing to your fling. (no wing)

So pack up your clan tag, go find a tutorial, son,

We breed champs on this server—you're just undercooked scum. (burn)