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