Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hyenas 2, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hyenas 2 |
| Haha, the way to do this one |
| Let’s fucking do this shit |
| I’m the sickest of these whack MC’s |
| You ain’t ready (you ain’t ready) |
| I’m gonna wait a beat |
| (Heads ain’t ready, heads ain’t ready) |
| Skits Vicious, Jay Reaper, hah |
| What?! |
| You ain’t ready |
| I’m like Jamaicans with machetes |
| Jason versus freddy, in my early twenties |
| And I murder many temporary advisories |
| Hatchet Harry style when the three card bragged |
| Chief with a smile… |
| For whose who found acid heavy |
| I got drugs that will keep you high for half a century |
| (TIME WARP) |
| Fast forwardians, skull like prehistrians |
| I’m what happened with the mass worn by Dorian |
| (YOU BRUTE) |
| Burning witches, when I’m done gasoline pouring 'them |
| Word to Vicious got the baddest teen warrien |
| Whether they will perish at the hands of the menace |
| I’m staring at your family members, standing on your terrace… |
| As soon as you close your eyes |
| I’m in your house at night like a Poltergeist |
| Hold the mic |
| Eight long Stan won’t suffice |
| The biggest man alive barley reaches my shoulder height |
| I am like Raven McCoy with throwing knife |
| I’ll choke 'his wife with a wire on 'her own porch |
| (BITCH) |
| Then grab a pair of pliers and a blowtorch |
| It torture so on it and so forth |
| Anyone who wanna fuck with me — |
| I’ll leave your head |
| Open, no back holding |
| It’s a fact that my rap stolen |
| I’m crack smoking in the back of the Jack Logan |
| We kept rolling through the city, now we back bowling |
| I hit pins and strings like 'little Wayne |
| The king of the brain and what I bring oblivion |
| With that extract delicious exquisiteness |
| The hip of shit get this, for your kids it’s as a Christmas gift |
| (AHHH) |
| It’s like sex, I’m an ecstasy |
| I pop ex, pop next, when 'you're next to me |
| I lift rope, sniff coke |
| That’s my recipe to wreck MC’s, to pieces till I rest in peace |
| So, what the fuck is stress relief?! |
| I put us back on the flow, and break that chest to peace |
| It’s sees belief, I’m the reason that your pest can’t breath |
| Call me «Death», make your rest in the sea |
| Niggas talk to the Vicious: «Me and Skits Vicious — we mean business» |
| Special Beam cannon to you bitches |
| Denise Richards, he gets a shock while I pose for the picture |
| Dope D.O.D.- with a hole in the system |