Lyrics Mortality - Dope D.O.D.

Mortality

Welcome back to the realms of the darkness
Dope D.O.D
I got nunchucks for ya dumb fucks
And a mind like a telekinetic
I give one fuck, I’m untouched
My snake skin I shed it
Beef I don’t need no medic
Creep in the streets like a menace
Sleep in the dungeon deep
One of them niggas get tossed in the heat like lettuce
Meditate take no breaks
Elevate to a high state
Medicate I stay dazed
And day by day we get blazed
Celebrate with cocaine
The blood of my enemy sprays
I bathe in your blood and I feed on your pain
That’s how I maintain in the game
I stay fresh cause I’m making them sacrifices
I don’t pray to God, I pray to Isis
Collecting head niggas pay the price
Now pay attention or pay the piper
Goddamn, we’re living in the land of the lost
Y’all niggas can’t handle the force
Ripping your limbs off
I’m a beast like
Shot to the pure, shutting the door, shagging the whore
Shoving my sword, son overboard washing ashore
Some are less sure, to summon the one always someone assure
Summing it up there’s a gun in the drawer and I’ve shot it before
Son of a gun, son of a bitch, shoveling shift, shoving the ditch
Soar in my wrist, sawing your wrist, sure to be sorcerer Skits
Nobody was ever so deadly (no one)
We chop em to vegetable medley (Shogun)
Your head will resemble spaghetti
They know us from Venice to Wembley
Articulate with the ridiculous
Artillery burn 'em like Icarus
The way I’ll be feeling no way in the world there’s a duo that do it as sick as
us
Ashes, asses, hashes, acid, half a tab mentality
Hatchets, axes, knuckles brass come to test mortality
Round One
Round Two
(Jay, Skits)
Round Three
(Dope D.O.D. get lit)
You weak pathetic fool
You will die mortal
You’re facing a mason, your face I’m sprayin' the mace in
I maim 'em amazing, they able to name him the maiden
Silence shit, you’re shy as shit
But I’m messiah since the first day
You might admit, the title fit it’s sciencist with world plague
Sin 'em a serve ache, I think I just murdered the mermaid
Dead on the first date, the pendulum ending an earthquake
Mix of a lexus meditate inside the twister
Mister plot I’ve must have missed her
Through the mixer comes a message
Niggas here wanna test this cause I’m blessed with six sences
You have bullet coming from a mile away
Can I dodge that?
No question!
I make straight smack for your tape deck when I break necks
No question!
Cause I hate cats with their fake raps, payback
No question!
Excalibur for y’all amateurs
Sliced and diced to Asparagus
My savages gon' handle it
My nigga Bigge butchered some Rambo shit
Choppin a nigga to bits
You’re hoppin' on dick like a bitch
Chub, Jay, Skits, D.O.D.
getting lit