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See I am nothing the fuck with
These rappers in my shadow and they looking to suck dick
You tryna take a selfie till I'm punching ya duck lips
Now what the fuck is healthy when I stay on the drug tip, stop Skits
I'm the one that run this
Speed it up a little for the tongue twist
You are never touching me
I bet a couple 100 that you nothing raw
And now it's time to go to war
So let me blow the trumpet
Aaahh shit, there goes the mosh pit
Got 'em in a slide like they steppin' on dog shit
Fucking with ya pride call me Marcellus Wallace
Long Kiss Goodnight call me Christopher Wallace, what bitch
You might call me crazy, I don't know why
This guy is stuck in the 80's, Cobra Kai
So when it's toe to toe, you gotta go below
That's how I stole the show like I told you so
We told you so you better slow your roll
Before we blow you all into, oblivion
You know the dope
And if you don't you will
Cause when you hear this flow
You see, we killing 'em
You sold your soul and you a posing troll
So turn that bullshit off, cause
We ain't feeling 'em
Dope D.O.D. forever
Yeah we wicked with the lyrics
Turned from amateur to pro
I don't care what y'all be doin'
Where y'all comin' from
I'm from underneath the bottom where the sewage run
Yo who this dude and why he got a gun
Like John Wilkes Booth
Nigga I'm the one
I got a taste for the ruckus
So I tase motherfuckers
And they hate that I'm rugged
take yo face and I fuck it
Bitch I'm baked and I love it
Shove yo babe in the oven
I don't play when I'm bustin'
No, Midsummer shit
Ready for a trip
Colors gettin' rich
Wrists gettin' slit
Put 'em on the list
1 for my bitch
20 for my niggaz
And I want the rest
I stand up for the freaks and the rejects
With a couple keys
Tonight together we relapse
With these hoes
I'm gone blow my load
Overdose, like i told you so
We told you so you better slow your roll
Before we blow you all into, oblivion
You know the Dope
And if you don't you will
Cause when you hear this flow
You see, we killing 'em
You sold your soul and you a posing troll
So turn that bullshit off, cause
We ain't feeling 'em
Dope D.O.D. forever
Yeah we wicked with the lyrics
Turned from amateur to pro
Frank Boersma, Jannes Lelieveld, Tiberiu Chitu
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