Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Xploder, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Defqon.1 2015, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 25.06.2015
Record label: Be Yourself Catalogue, Q-Dance
Song language: English
Master Xploder |
Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again |
When I figured how to use the pen |
On the path of revenge, on the loose again |
Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan |
Who I am? |
You may call me the boogeyman |
And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance |
Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix |
Wicked with the lyric shit, you know I never miss |
I ran into a million dumb people in the biz |
They said I rap too evil, but now I’m gettin' rich |
I don’t give a shit though, kick it like a schizo |
Another horrorcore banger for your disco |
You think you’re in the clouds, I will take you higher |
Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire |
(It's) Time to get dough, (It's) time to explode |
How the rest goes, you can ask Dope |
Rotten representin', raisin' tension |
Nobody in your damn crew’s worth the fuckin' mention |
You’re doin' quite well, it’s an intervention |
Kill 'em all off, it’s just wackness prevention |
Centre of attention, mow 'em all down, don’t make no exceptions |
Don’t really care 'bout the house of correction |
My fam right here don’t need no protection, pay attention |
No objections, it’s time for redemption |
Out for perfection, I’m gunnin' like Texans |
Didn’t see ya comin', ace in deception |
Push this whole thing to another direction |
Explosives, I’ve got a whole collection |
I’ll make sure you’ll get a warm reception |
You unaware, incoming detecting |
The Master Xploder’s blowin' up your section |
(still droppin' the bomb once again now…) |
What up is, I got some rough shit for you suckas |
Fuck the police, never talk rubbish |
Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach |
The GOAT nigga runnin', the dope nigga runnin' |
I want 5 hundred motherfuckin' million |
It’s that or your children, blow up the building |
Now hands to the ceiling and bitch we ain’t kiddin nah |
The way we livin' there’s no fucks to be given nah |
Puff loud even better than Cheech |
Then I preach like a motherfuckin' Cherokee Chief |
I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach |
We got beats that’ll breach through you pussy ass creeps |
So what’s good nigga, test me I wish you would nigga |
Dope D.O.D. |
you misunderstood nigga |
So cut the crap cause I’m colder than Cola |
Better than Hova, (Who?) Master Xploder |