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[Verse 1: Skits Vicious] |
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If they thought rap was dead tell the heads shit is resurrected. |
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Battle royale, you won't last a second. |
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The rhyme gets injected like smack in your bloodstream. |
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Dope D.O.D. is the code for the drugfiends. |
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Grab the frontseat and witness the crispness. |
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Six inch saringes turn innards to liquids. |
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I'm like Keith Flint mixed with Sticky Fingers, |
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Or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler. |
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This ain't horrorcore, it's a Stephen King thriller. |
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I curse yo' ass worse than that fat dude in thinner. |
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I'm tippin a stripper thats grippin my zipper, |
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She whispers she never had sex with a killer. |
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Life on the streets from the pimps to the drifters. |
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Seven sin sickness, I spit David Finchers. |
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Get my hands dirty and chop of your fingers, |
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For stickin ya nose in my business. S.V. |
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[Hook] |
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Countdown, step into the cockpit. Take flight ! |
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Duckdown, when you in the moshpit. Fist fight! |
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Sex, drugs, yeah we gonna rock it. Get hyped! |
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Blast off! Yeah we like a rocket |
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[Verse 2: Jay Reaper] |
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Yes, you best believe your shit ain't affecting me. |
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Infectious I confess like STD, test me please if you wanna rest in peace. |
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I'm semtex put your chest where your legs should be. |
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Explosive, my skin is corrosive, the state of psychosis. |
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With coke that I sniff I'm in the state of being hopeless. |
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Hiphop hypnosis, my flow is so soapless. |
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And so I'm the ghost of the north coast ocean. |
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Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body. |
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Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata |
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I'm a goon with a lot of pissed coons |
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And we got a lot of shrooms in our system. |
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Yet I'm cool with my kala, |
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Going up and down like sisyphus. |
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Niggas here they must be kidding us, |
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Cause once I start to bust I'm Darth Sidious. |
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Hart serious, dark images the force of the darkside is limitless. |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] |
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Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it. |
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We the shit and you full of it. |
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I'm a old dog new tricks laughing at the punks in the bizz. |
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There's nothing left to do but reminisce. |
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Still candy flipping got the booze in the mix. |
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Britain's in my bloodline you out for six. |
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Took your spot easily ya didn't even notice. |
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Fuck all these politics this rapgame is bogus. |
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We're coming at you ferocious the coldest hell freezes over. |
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We got it all fixed figured out the system there's more then one glitch. |
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Reaper, Vicious, Rotten here to change the script. |
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Noisia's in the house making atoms split. |
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You can leave it up to us cause we master this. |
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Dope D.O.D. is here just to end your bliss. |
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There's a lot more victims on the waiting list. |
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[Hook] |