Lyrics

One: Skits Vicious If they thought rap was dead tell the headz shit is resurrected 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 syringes turn innards to liquids I'm 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 I'm tippin' a stripper that's 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 Get hyped! Blast off! yeah we like a rocket Two: Jay Reaper Yes ya best believe Ya shit ain't affecting me Infectious I confess like STD Test me please if you wanna rest in peace I'm semtex put yo chest where ya legs should be Explosive My skin is corrosive The state of psychosis With coke that I sniff I'm in the state of being hopeless Hiphop hypnosis My flow so so soapless And so I'm the ghost of the Norths coast ocean Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata I'm a goon with a lotta Pissed coons and we got a lotta shrooms in our system Yet I'm 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 Get hyped! Blast off! yeah we like a rocket Three: Dopey Rotten Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it We the shit and you full of it I'm 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 Countdown, step into the cockpit Take flight! Duckdown, when you in the moshpit Fist fight! Sex, drugs, yeah we gonna rock it Get hyped! Blast off! yeah we like a rocket End.
Writer(s): William Patrick Corgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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