If they thought rap was dead, tell the heads, shit is resurrected

Battle royal, you won't last a second

The rhyme gets injected, like smack in your bloodstream

Dope D.O.D is the code for the drug fiends

Grab the front seat and witness the crispness

Six inch syringes turn innards to liquids

I'm like Keith Flint mixed with Sticky Fingers

Or a cross between Jason, the Fly, and the Riddler

This ain't horror core, it's a Stephen King thriller

I curse your ass worse than that fat dude in thinner

I'm tippin' a stripper that's grippin' my zipper

She whispers she never has 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 off your fingers

For stickin' your nose in my business, S.V

Countdown, step into the cockpit, take flight

Duck down when you in the mosh pit, fist fight

Sex, drugs, yeah, we gonna rock it, get hyped

Blast off, yeah, we like a rocket

Countdown, step into the cockpit, take flight

Duck down when you in the mosh pit, fist fight

Sex, drugs, yeah, we gonna rock it, get hyped

Blast off, yeah, we like a rocket

Yes, you best believe your shit ain't affectin' me

Infectious, I confess like STD, test me please if you wanna rest in peace

I'm Semtex, put your chest where your legs should be

Explosive, my skin is corrosive, the state of psychosis

With coke that I sniff, I'm in the state of bein' hopeless

Hip hop hypnosis, my flow so, so soapless

And so I'm the ghost of the north coast ocean

Harpoon, top shotta, stigmata on my body

Hear the devil say, "Hakuna Matata"

I'm a goon with a lot of pissed coons

And we got a lot of shrooms in our system

Yet, I'm cool with my collar

Goin' up and down like Sisyphus

****'s here, they must be kiddin' us

'Cause once I start to bust, I'm Darth Sidious

Heart serious, dark images, the force of the dark side is limitless

Countdown, step into the cockpit, take flight

Duck down when you in the mosh pit, fist fight

Sex, drugs, yeah, we gonna rock it, get hyped

Blast off, yeah, we like a rocket

Countdown, step into the cockpit, take flight

Duck down when you in the mosh pit, fist fight

Sex, drugs, yeah, we gonna rock it, get hyped

Blast off, yeah, we like a rocket

Ghost town, bomb squad, we droppin' it

We the shit and you full of it

I'm a old dog, new tricks, laughin' at the punks in the biz'

There's nothing left to do but reminisce

Still candy flippin', got the booze in the mix

Britain's in my bloodline, you out for six

Took your spot easily, you didn't even notice

Yo, fuck all these politics, this rap game is bogus

We comin' at you ferocious, the coldest, Hell freezes over

We got it all fixed, figured out the system, there's more than one glitch

Reaper, vicious, rotten, here to change the script

Noisa's in the house makin' 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

Countdown, step into the cockpit, take flight

Duck down when you in the mosh pit, fist fight

Sex, drugs, yeah, we gonna rock it, get hyped

Blast off, yeah, we like a rocket

Countdown, step into the cockpit, take flight

Duck down when you in the mosh pit, fist fight

Sex, drugs, yeah, we gonna rock it, get hyped

Blast off, yeah, we like a rocket