| If they thought rap was dead tell the heads shit is resurrected
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| Battle royale, you won’t last a second
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| The rhyme gets injected like smack in your bloodstream
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| is the code for the drugfiends
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| Grab the frontseat and witness the crispness
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| Six inch syringes turn innards to liquids
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| I’m like Keith Flint mixed with Sticky Fingers,
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| Or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler
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| This ain’t horrorcore, it’s a Stephen King thriller
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| I curse yo' ass worse than that fat dude in thinner
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| I’m tippin a stripper thats grippin my zipper
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| She whispers she never had sex with a killer
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| Life on the streets from the pimps to the drifters
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| Seven sin sickness, I spit David Finchers.
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| Get my hands dirty and chop of your fingers
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| For stickin ya nose in my business. |
| S. V
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| Countdown, step into the cockpit. |
| Take flight !
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| Duckdown, when you in the moshpit. |
| Fist fight!
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| Sex, drugs, yeah we gonna rock it. |
| Get hyped!
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| Blast off! |
| Yeah we like a rocket
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| Yes, you best believe your shit ain’t affecting me
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| Infectious I confess like STD, test me please if you wanna rest in peace
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| I’m semtex put your chest where your legs should be
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| Explosive, my skin is corrosive, the state of psychosis
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| With coke that I sniff I’m in the state of being hopeless
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| Hiphop hypnosis, my flow is so soapless
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| And so I’m the ghost of the north coast ocean
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| Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body
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| Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata
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| I’m a goon with a lot of pissed coons
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| And we got a lot of shrooms in our system
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| Yet I’m cool with my kala
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| Going up and down like sisyphus
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| Niggas here they must be kidding us
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| Cause once I start to bust I’m Darth Sidious
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| Hart serious, dark images the force of the darkside is limitless
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| Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it
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| We the shit and you full of it
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| I’m a old dog new tricks laughing at the punks in the bizz
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| There’s nothing left to do but reminisce
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| Still candy flipping got the booze in the mix
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| Britain’s in my bloodline you out for six
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| Took your spot easily ya didn’t even notice
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| Fuck all these politics this rapgame is bogus
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| We’re coming at you ferocious the coldest hell freezes over
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| We got it all fixed figured out the system there’s more then one glitch
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| Reaper, Vicious, Rotten here to change the script
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| Noisia’s in the house making atoms split
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| You can leave it up to us cause we master this
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| is here just to end your bliss
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| There’s a lot more victims on the waiting list |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocket , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Da Roach, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп