Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panic Room, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Da Roach, 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
Panic Room |
I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu |
While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off |
And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill |
I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz |
What the deal? |
box cutter and rubber gloves |
Gun fring it’s nothing you rot in a rubber tub |
Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up |
And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this |
Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids |
I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain’t new to this |
…see what I’m chweing iz a magic shroom |
Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room |
Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero |
I’m the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown’s hometown hero |
Dope dod got em running with fear |
Now move back muthafuk’s: The Onyx is here!!! |
I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead |
I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head |
It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood |
Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud |
As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament |
I collect trophies for rappers I tormented |
I got em walking like zombies in this bitch |
One show blow him out his abercrombie and fitch |
You give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile |
I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile |
I’m foul… yeah so fuck repercussions |
Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin |
You need a panic room for this shit |
Why is that? |
Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit |
You can’t mess with sickest |
Who are they? |
Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid |
I crack skulls cause my life is dull |
I sold my soul ain’t got a life at all |
Yeah I’m making the calls watch your empire fall |
I won’t move aside my mindstate’s like fuck it all |
No need to panic yall |
The world is my basketball |
I’m not gonna pass at all give me what I’m asking for |
Underground ambassador our army’s coming after ya |
You’re living in the past and ya not a time traveller |
Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika |
Used to be in front but you didn’t have the stamina |
To keep it up now you starving like it’s Africa |
Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya |
Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn’t handle her |
Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her |
Evil right her yeah its more than pure |
Keep killing till my heart stops that’s the cure |
Crack a heineken |
Its time to strike the mic again |
Seasons switch |
Cycles end |
We blowin' up like hydrogen |
Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i’ll grab the mighty pen |
This god is vigirous i’ll smite ya men |
Ya niggas need to step it up and all |
Im fuckin bustin balls |
With flows bolder than a buffalo |
See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll |
And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo |
Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya’ll niggas like to make shit |
I make gold and chrome minerals |
Pitiful |
Nevertheless im a killer cold |
Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code |
Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss |
We’re narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses |
The problem is ya’ll niggas ain’t fuckin' with heated beats |
The real chiefs or these evil streets |
I take you to a place that I don’t like to go |
I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle |
And how to break a neck is something that you can’t forget |
Sticky Fingaz… but you can call me face of death |
Nigga i won’t battle rap you i just eat ya adam’s apple |
Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles |
I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls |
… I sniff em out until I find em all… |
My voice sounds like my stomach growling |
Grimey nigga what I won’t do for a 100,000 |
This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him |
Always got the huns around him |
Hip hop is fucked without… |