Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evil, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Evil, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Evil |
Who instigated this hardcore revival? |
No career, you can focus on survival |
Never competition if you wiped out your rivals |
I’m homicidal, here to kill your idols |
My urges are primal, the outcome is spinal |
The smell of fear is frightful, it’s so delightful |
We don’t got fans, got the cyborg |
Your hype’s dying (dying), it’s a downward spiral |
If I was you I’d blow my own head off, suicidal |
Underground’s finest we claiming the title |
Sixteen bar recital my ways are tribal |
Dope D.O.D here to break the cycle |
With vital, be mindful, even more careful |
I got my hands full, your end will be painful |
You can’t match what we bring to the table |
You’re not capable |
I gotta get something off my chest |
It’s the blood from the last dumb rapper that crossed my path |
Ghost town on the map, follow the compass |
I’m the nihilist that will cut off your Johnson |
Fucking Nicki Minaj without the condom |
We run the train on her, in London, in a dungeon |
It’s time Kanye West came out the closet |
So I can punch him right back inside and lock it |
I’m like fuck it, who wanted huh? |
My shit’s so disgusting you break down to vomit |
Watch me plummet, into the mosh pit |
And stomp kids to death at my concert |
Bow down to the Duo of Darkness and Dope kid |
Mr. Freeze holds MC’s with a cold grip |
My flow just, splits oceans wide open |
The shit is nothing short from mind-blowing |
Rappers get bitch-slapped for every rhyme stolen |
And left in wheelchairs with their spine broken |
We’ll get Jay Reaper to force J. Bieber (Come here!) |
To inhale ether during his hate fever |
Let it be known Hip-Hop don’t accept you |
So, those that fuck up, or hit, we’ll come wreck you |
When a battle you know where to find me |
I roll with the mighty, behold the grimy, whitey |
All you people |
See no evil |
Hear no evil |
Speak no evil |
Dope D.O.D will |
Eat you, legal |
Eat your ego |
See your see-through |
Chase down for justice, I bust 'cuz I love this |
Fuck niggas up make their pus drip like mustard |
Cut short like custard |
We cousins are custom to cunningly crush, any cunt like a husband |
Spit fire, mad nigga with a sick science |
My fists high and I bust lips of big liars |
I’m the reason why your bitch crying |
I’m the cause of the riot while your shit’s silent, punk |
Let me toss another young one, right into the sun |
Anyone who want some of the cunts done I conundrum |
I see your fucking with the one that’s pretty dumb son |
Electrify 'em with a stun gun for ransom |
I’m so super fantastic, matching sunglasses |
The bastard cat’s acid |
A class act like bats, you a bad actor |
A half ass-crack bad-back back snap |